Yeudi Conclave

[Autokrator]

Robert Saint-Cyr de Thiers, Representative of the Orléans-Vasser Dynasty of The Empire of Canrille, The Beiteynuese Homeland, and the Kingdom of Egelion.

Stares around at everyone in the room, pauses, and says with a deep Canrillaise accent:

Where are the refreshments?

As the Benowitz began to speak the Archduke was baffled. This woman must be mad, calling his bluff. Without a second thought he grabbed the whiskey glass from nephew Pawl's hands and threw it against the wall behind them. With a great bang and shatter the glass went everywhere. Bemused, startled, and surprised faces turned to him - before the Benowitz woman could speak again he snapped his fingers at his aide. 

Juhn, Archduke of Banstill

PHONE! Now! Get the Politburo of the WJZR on the line, I have a surprise to inform the Secretary-General about.

The tention in the room is high, you could cut anything with the sharness of this tention in the room. With a speech given, a whiske y glass thrown against a wall and shouts for a phone the mood in the Conclave was everything but pleasant, for some that is. At that very moment the word ''phone'' left the word of the Archduke a woman entered the room. She was a woman near the age of retirement, a veteran of many conferences and clearly someone who doesnt give a damn anymore. She entered with a cart of drinks and snacks, afterall how could this Conclave reach a conclusion without refreshments? After she entered the room she clearly saw she misread the situation and that she entered at a very unoppertune time.

Judy:

Goodafternoon we'll be bringing in... ohhh. Pardon is this a bad time for refreshments?  

She looked around the room and saw the broken glass, she wispered into the ear of a young collegue who was easily impressed by the situation and said ''I aint cleaning that up''.