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+Chief had two tables set, one smaller where he could sit with Calvin and Kab, and a longer one for Calvin's yaks, along with a few dwarrows Chief trusted.
+And Jod, who Chief didn't trust with diplomacy.
+His chefs had managed to accommodate their odd guests, with some well-preserved silage they had found stored in a larder, supplemented by some fresh clover, thin shavings of a well-mineraled salt crystal (which Chief felt a pang of regret sharing) and some raw sugar beets (which Chief felt a pang of regret leaving raw, rather than in a delicious soup).
+
+Calvin and his yaks entered in, led by Kab.
+The President looked wore formal coat, and Chief wished he had a better outfit than his nice jacket and clean boots.
+Instead of the Helm, Calvin wore a simple circlet, made of a dark wood inlaid with a delicate gold pattern.
+
+―Welcome, dear guests. Please, President Calvin, join me here.
+
+Calvin and one of the other yaks came to join Chief, along with Kab.
+
+―Chief, this is Vaughan, one of my most trusted advisors.
+	I thank you again for your hospitality.
+	Kab has been very helpful.
+
+―No problem, Your Presidentness.
+
+―Please, just call me Calvin.
+
+―Of course, that's no problem.
+	We don't usually find ourselves hosting foreign leaders here.
+	We seldom see other Border Dwarrows, either.
+
+Calvin nodded, and began to slowly eat.
+
+―Chief, I'm here because the Meadowlark is under threat.
+	I couldn't tell you why, but I think that Mountberg might be able to help us.
+	Unfortunately, we ran into a problem at the Sea-Gate.
+	As we sighted the entrance, we saw a Hawk approach overhead, and the sight may have spooked the guards at the gate.
+	It was raised before we could come close, and our shouts were either unheard or ignored.
+
+The yak named Vaughan