Caitlyn Kiramman, the newly appointed general, had meticulously arranged a crucial meeting with a mysterious nation. She hoped this diplomatic encounter would solidify their military alliance and provide her forces with much-needed support in the ongoing war. As she waited anxiously for the delegates from the foreign nation to arrive, Caitlyn couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The minutes ticked by, but there was no sign of the elusive representatives. With each passing second, Caitlyn's frustration mounted. This meeting was crucial for her nation's war effort, and the tardiness of the foreign delegates seemed ill-mannered and disrespectful. She tried not to let her growing irritation show, hoping that perhaps unforeseen circumstances had delayed their arrival. But as the minutes turned into hours, Caitlyn's patience began to give way to growing concern, and the once well-planned meeting was now teetering on the brink of collapse. One of the handmaidens approached Caitlyn, sympathy gleaming in her eyes. "General Kiramman," she said softly, "the nation we're waiting for is not known for their punctuality. They often keep others waiting during diplomatic meetings, and it's a part of their unique culture. They believe it demonstrates self-importance and dominance." Caitlyn's expression tightened, her irritation growing even more, but she maintained her composure and acknowledged the handmaiden's words with a nod.