Editor-in-chief Anderson said earnestly,
"I even sense the tumult of the continent, the smell of gunpowder from the strife between the great churches in this paper...
My dear Lord Manchester, the Supreme Forest has been silent for far too long. I believe the core of this paper has a tiny chance to relight the darkness that looms over our people's heads, and now, the match to ignite this faint light is in your hands."
Manchester paused for a moment, turned his head to look into Anderson's determined eyes, and, in silence, cursed as he took the paper from his hand,
"Idiot, if the contents don't satisfy me, I will make sure you pay dearly for delaying my journey."
The Manchester Monarch was a qualified scholar, and more so, a being deeply in love with the kin of the Supreme Forest.
