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Assistant Attache of the Independent Alliance of Verdigris Age: 26 You had been bringing the coffee back from the diplomatic truck to the Ambassador, because that is what your job had consisted of even before the treaty had been signed. It had been a harried few days and your superiors had been sending you on increasingly trivial errands while they handled the life-changing treaty. That's when the bomb had gone off. The entirety of the village was gone, leaving you with only a dust-filled cup of coffee and two other survivors. The treaty was gone, which was both worrying and a comfort, because you didn't know how much the Ambassador had agreed to give up. The old man was hard to read and tired of conflict, but you don't like the idea of uppity Blackwater folk taking over your city-state, as they like to do, and overrunning your culture. Their drought was no excuse for you to become another cog in their machine. In fact, you'd fight to the death to preserve the cultural integrity of your home. The other two survivors were both equally junior in each of their factions. The UN aide had been smoking outside and who knows what that slacker Undersecretary Alex had been doing. You distrust Alex purely by virtue of him/her being from Blackwater. |