In the Imperial Capital of Great Murak...
Emperor Augustus Novastra sat within the Hall of Heaven.
Marble pillars towered overhead. Golden banners fluttered.
The ruler of the greatest empire upon the continent appeared utterly relaxed.
An elderly eunuch approached. "Your Majesty. The letters have been sent."
Augustus nodded. "Good."
The old servant hesitated. "May I ask why?" he asked with a slight bow.
The emperor smiled. "When men cease fighting, they begin thinking. And thinking rulers tend to become troublesome."
The eunuch wisely remained silent.
Augustus rose. He walked toward the balcony overlooking the capital. Millions lived below.
"The young fight beautifully these days," the emperor chuckled. "Thane Ironforge, Etno Kamsi, and Donovan Young. What a fascinating and curious generation."
The emperor turned his gaze back to the servant. "And curiosity should be rewarded."
The old eunuch bowed. "As you command." He readily withdrew.
