Central Bank of Gel'Grandal
8th of Glade, Year 122 Steel
Kala awaited her potential business partner in Room A7-C, nicknamed Gemütlichkeit. It was the only one she knew to ask for by name considering that was where she had met with Mister Valentin of the Office of Imperial Revenue. Perhaps because she had already been there, the powers that be when it came to real estate within the bank had seen fit to give it to her.
It was large enough to comfortably seat a dozen people around its central table, and decorated lavishly with gilt embossments and tiny marble pedestals displaying little treasures from the Central Bank's founders and investors, each bearing an explanatory placard. Above the central table was a dome with a circular skylight, featuring a small mosaic of nude women dancing, with backgrounds meant to represent the change of the seasons. She hoped her time in the city would include a show at Fellerer’s Hall, or perhaps time in one of the rehearsal rooms at the Valtrois School of Fine Arts so she wouldn't lose her dancing edge.
"Allegory," she murmured to herself, having more time to take in the details of the room this time. She took a moment to locate the room's small bar with its variety of spirits and glassware. She remained standing, waiting for one Axel Steinsaltz, would-be airship captain.
After he arrived, introductions were made, and perhaps drinks poured, they could sit in the comfortable overstuffed armchairs that gave the room its nickname.
"Gemütlichkeit," she practiced, shaking her head at the Kathalan. "Axel Steinsaltz. Herr Steinsaltz." It was probably best not to mispronounce his name when first they met. One never got a second chance to make a first impression. She didn't know if this ought to have taken place in a fine restaurant or perhaps near the airfield, but at least if she met him here, he would know that the Imperial banking institution took her and the zaibatsu's investments seriously.
.8th of Glade, Year 122 Steel
Kala awaited her potential business partner in Room A7-C, nicknamed Gemütlichkeit. It was the only one she knew to ask for by name considering that was where she had met with Mister Valentin of the Office of Imperial Revenue. Perhaps because she had already been there, the powers that be when it came to real estate within the bank had seen fit to give it to her.
It was large enough to comfortably seat a dozen people around its central table, and decorated lavishly with gilt embossments and tiny marble pedestals displaying little treasures from the Central Bank's founders and investors, each bearing an explanatory placard. Above the central table was a dome with a circular skylight, featuring a small mosaic of nude women dancing, with backgrounds meant to represent the change of the seasons. She hoped her time in the city would include a show at Fellerer’s Hall, or perhaps time in one of the rehearsal rooms at the Valtrois School of Fine Arts so she wouldn't lose her dancing edge.
"Allegory," she murmured to herself, having more time to take in the details of the room this time. She took a moment to locate the room's small bar with its variety of spirits and glassware. She remained standing, waiting for one Axel Steinsaltz, would-be airship captain.
After he arrived, introductions were made, and perhaps drinks poured, they could sit in the comfortable overstuffed armchairs that gave the room its nickname.
"Gemütlichkeit," she practiced, shaking her head at the Kathalan. "Axel Steinsaltz. Herr Steinsaltz." It was probably best not to mispronounce his name when first they met. One never got a second chance to make a first impression. She didn't know if this ought to have taken place in a fine restaurant or perhaps near the airfield, but at least if she met him here, he would know that the Imperial banking institution took her and the zaibatsu's investments seriously.