The Roman delegate strode out of the dusty, run-down building that had served as the diplomatic center of Oman. He saddled up his horse, and began the long ride back to Constantinople.
After several weeks of travel across the Arabian coast, he reached the holy city of Jerusalem. While there, he met up with his friend, the emissary of the Latin King. It's an odd story between the two. The Latin had been storming out of the Omani diplomacy shack just as the new Roman was entering to replace his comrade. The Latin had warned the Roman, and sure enough, here was the Roman who stormed out as well.
The two took a ship to Constantinople, and there they set up their own international diplomacy council. This one was in a significantly larger and cleaner building than the dirty hovel they had visited Sur. The finest amenities were to be provided for any diplomats from other nations who decided to come.
The one exception would be for Oman. If they are to take part in this council, both emissaries would wish for a letter of apology from the Great Imam to be sent along with the Omani emissary. Other than that, all other nations are completely welcomed.
And now, the only thing for the two diplomats to do would be to talk and wait.
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