The mighty bureaucracy of Myrken Wood. Burnie followed from Calomel who followed from Helstone. Each added something to this fine body of government workers, carpetbaggers, and competent hanger-oners. The best and brightest (or at least highest ranked) were assembled now in a meeting room of the Meetinghouse. Representatives were there from the Constabulary, the Inquisitory, the Governor's Office, the Foundation, and a few representatives of the meager staffs of the Council themselves.
"A letter arrived recently from Razasan. As some of you may remember, due to blatant, irritating and untimely meddling from an ultimately forgettable upstart brat," because this was, of course, how Glenn spoke professionally, "my predecessor was encouraged strongly to travel south to pledge homage to the throne as a (not so) newly 'appointed' Governor. I've held off such a tedious encumbrance for as long as was politically expedient myself, but given the current climate, I would be making a mistake that might cost all of us if i do not go now. Obviously, while there," the Governor said calmly as he looked across the meeting room, the only one standing, or pacing slightly as the case might be, "I will do my utmost to increase our standing and holdings and to decrease the chances of unasked for intervention. Hopefully I can manage this without poisoning anyone or engaging in any duels, but if the situation is unavoidable, I'll represent Myrken well." He did not, perhaps, sound as if he was taking this too seriously. The need was great, however, and the timing was right now that the storyteller was in chains. She'd be there for him to properly interrogate when he returned.
For now he continued on, confident and increasingly impatient. "Things should run smoothly in my absence, which I think should not be more than a few weeks at the very most. I am taking two notaries with me, just in case something happens to one or the other, as well as fast riders and even some messenger birds we're going to try out. I would like letters sent to me with frequent updates, yes, but also for copies to be sent to Rhaena, who will project to me the message with immediacy. For any minor matter, assume her response has come from me directly." He could sense a bit of grumbling there and raised a hand to silence it. "I will not have potential responses unnecessarily slowed. This is Myrken. We work with what we have and we do whatever works and in this situation, you all know this works. That said, for anything more official, she will project the message to me which will also be sent in more conventional ways and you may at that point wait for my response. If something is immediately pressing and of that dire a level, well... that is why we have a Council, no? In all other eventualities, I expect for you good people to keep things well run for the next few weeks. I have every faith in all of you else you would not be in your positions." He was already towards the door. "Anyhow, I assure you that you'll be enjoying yourselves here far more than I will be there." He was at the door already, starting to step through it, "I am off to complete my preparations and begin my journey. Good day."