I have arrived at the border between Wavia and the Confederacy near dawn. 
I was still a bit away, yet the tension was already very obvious. 
Soldiers from both sides patrolled the line, each side a safe distance apart, and the crossing point was surrounded by troops, towers, and barricades. 
The checkpoint itself was made up of a stone tower and a wooden hut attached to it, with a window to check people from, similar to a street front shop. 
There was currently no line, however I heard that when there are, they can be very long. 
I have presented my crossing permit and diplomatic access grant, which were rudely taken from my hand by the soldier at the window, who closely inspected them closely.
It was known they didn't like people from the northern states visiting them, however they couldn't stop me, they let me through with only evil looks as the closest thing to any parting words.