My pawns have established beachheads in the south and north and I have carved a strong foothold in southern Warves. Greely’s Gazette has proved a powerful weapon in my arsenal to sway the weak minds of the willing. I never thought reading could be such an asset. Perhaps I need to reassess its potential value within my princedom.
Nonetheless, these Etusians are such babes! So easily molded to fit my desires. Toddlers staggering about on ill-coordinated legs, falling into every snare and pit I’ve set in their path. It is their great fortune that I have emerged to rid them of their delusions. Perhaps some will rise above their limitations and don the mantle of super-man that I enable for them.
—Prince Rebar
Fillip Brent shuffled together a stack of the new edition of Greely’s Gazette and tied it with a string he reeled off a big spool clamped to the large workbench. He set the stack with the growing pile on the floor and reached for another handful of newssheets.