A new entrance...

Marche finally arrived. He walked quickly through the Building in search of where he needed to be. Sudden events in Wiltshire had held him up and due that he was late and annoyed.
French wasn't one of his strongest points though and Marche quickly found himself lost.

However after walking around a few circles and after having managed to caught the attention of several other people wondering why he was walking past them for the fifth time, he finally seemed to be close to where he had to be. He entered the room and saw someone had already prepared it. There was food, drinks and the flowers were obviously fresh. Trying his luck with the person standing in the room, he approached her:

"Bonjour, Madame. I'm Marche from Wiltshire. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm not sure where I exactly need to be, but please point me towards the right place if I'm still not where I should be."

Marche hoped she spoke English. His French didn't went much further then 'Bonjour'. He wasn't exactly exciting about the meeting either. He knew just enough French that his name would be ridiculous for anyone speaking French.
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(OOC: Sorry. Our Trade Minister got hit in an ice storm and I had to take over from her. Hence I'm being a bit slow to respond, but I'm still here. No worries!)

Marche relaxed a bit. After some fumbling around in his pockets, he found the letter and gave it to Timonstre:

Oariana a écrit:

Greetings and Facilitations from the Her Grace Oariana Seldon Countess of Wiltshire to the Illustrious Duchy of Normandy, her Leaders and her People.

The Bearer of this letter and our trusted servant, Marche, Baron of Bicester and Councillor of Wiltshire has our permission to treat with the Country of Normandy on our behalf in the interests of mutual Judicial orders, defense and trade.

It is to be hoped that such talks and treaties shall forever more build and strengthen the ties between our two realms.

Warmest Regards,

Oariana Seldon,
Countess of Wiltshire

As Timonstre read the letter, Marche explained:

"Normally we don't speak like that, but I guess that's an official standard letter found somewhere."

Marche sat down and accepted the food and drink.

Marche nodded and stood up. He accepted the keys and silently followed Timonstre. His office wouldn't collect any dust. He probably would get to work right away.