(OOC: I am sorry that I have taken so long to respond, but it has been hectic at work.)
At 0900 the next morning, Celana arrived at the Cardassian embassy on Spacedock, Salaar present as always at her side. "Gentle morning tides," she said to the receptionist in traditional Venasian greeting, "I'm Ambassador D'amondra, here to meet with Ambassador Dulath." Tamil Dumik bowed his head slightly and said, " Gentle morning tides, Tremea D'amondra. The Ambassador is awaiting your arrival. You can go right in." Tamil indicated the doors that lead to Dulath's office. (Ambassador) Golan Dulath was working at his desk when he heard the familiar whisk of Federation doors opening. He looked up and saw Ambassador D'amondra enter. With a smile, he quickly stood up and made his way over to her. "Gentrile tide, Madame Ambassador. I am honored that you have taken the time out of your busy day to meet with me this morning." (Ambassador) "Take a seat," said the Cardassian as he indicated the seats in a small sitting area away from his desk. "Might I offer you a drink?" (Ambassador) Dulath made his way to the replicator, placed and order and returned to sit with D'amondra. There were a number of PADDs sitting on the coffee table before them. "I have called you to discuss some serious news I have recently received from the Homeworld. I have concerns that it threatens both my people and this Quadrant's political stability." (reaction) "Have you heard any rumors that any of your people might be willing to work with the Obsidian Order?" Golan had decided to be blunt and throw everything on the table. His people had too often gotten into trouble by trying to obtain power and information through roundabout means. (response) AJ
