There were parades up and down the nation through the long winter night. The news had come through that the Council of Independent Cartographers had finally recognised the island of Northern Falcania. The King has yet to officially comment but advisers say he is ecstatic at the situation.
Somewhere, a familiar hand in an unfamiliar land types a letter on a computer keyboard, prints it, signs it, and sends it via postal mail to King Falcon. It reads:
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King Falcon: I've heard of your successful expansion to what is now your country's northernmost island. As someone who supported your expansion requests, I send my congratulations to you and your people. Regards, Jason Barbur President of 95X (in exile)
(OOC: This relates to the last few lines of my latest RP here.)