The Connacht Summit

[Keirdran]

Mark Lathrop hadn't visited Dublin in a long while, not since his younger, more adventurous years. If someone had told him back then that he would be visiting the Mollys, now organised into an assembly even, he'd have laughed it off. Of course, the same could be said about most of his life by this point, laden with twists and turns that, while not breaching the fantastical all too much, nonetheless made things difficult to predict. Perhaps in this way today's events are actually among the more mundane then.

Getting to the system, and Connacht by extension, had been surprisingly smooth in spite of the dangers. The Armed Forces hadn't bothered them on their way and the timing was such that any Corsairs who might have felt the urge to raid were doing so elsewhere. So it is that the Director arrives unscathed and without incident, departing the armoured transport and being greeted, presumably, by those that would escort him up.

At the observation lounge the good minister would be presented with a fair skinned man, about six foot in height and dressed rather predictably in a grey suit, lacking a tie though. One might assume him to be in his late 40's, his short brown hair showing the occasional grey, or perhaps the rigours of life simply gives the impression of a man older than he truly is. Despite this, and the otherwise worn down impression he gives, Mark smiles rather cheerily as he's brought before Matthew, rather eagerly thrusting out a hand to shake his. "Minister Burns, great to finally make your acquaintance in person! Mark Lathrop, Director of NDI", he offers in introduction. "Or one of, I should say. Can't discount Miss Vara, she just figured it best only the one of us attended. Either way, you've my thanks for the invitation, it really is wonderful to be here."

Mark remains practically beaming as he turns his attention to Schulze, given only momentary pause on account of the man's 'stature'. "Ah, and the Honoured Guildmaster!" Much as with Minister Burns he is eager to shake hands with the man. "I really should have come to meet with you personally before all this, but things have just been so... busy, I'm sure you understand", he offers apologetically, almost nervously even. "But, here we are now and I must say, again, you've my undying thanks for all of your help with everything. I could not have asked for a warmer welcome from the Guild."

Realising that this is perhaps detracting from the purpose of his visit, Mark rather hurriedly takes whichever seat is offered to him thereafter, shooting the Minister an apologetic look, as if his rather sincere thanks to Guildmaster Schulze had warranted such. In truth the both of them might find it a little odd, this Mark Lathrop being quite the departure from the more meticulous-sounding one presented over the neural net messages.