by Treadwell » Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:55 am
Bacon.
This particular strip had come from one of the pigs at the Church of Tubbius. Lovely beast, but lovelier on a plate.
"Hmm? Oh. No disagreement about her place, mmph mmph."
Tink goes fork against plate.
"Councilor, I hail from a coastal city considerably larger than Myrken Wood town, and a political setting with a group of twenty-nine seated in command. I look around this meetinghouse, hm hm, and what is there at the moment?"
A glance up from plate to the room and back.
"There are some four or five of us over the province, the governor, and a handful of others involved, a total of, ooooh, perhaps nine or ten, all told. We haven't had a proper meeting of all of the council members and governor, mmph, in some time. One of us can't travel in the daylight hours, the others are absent, and that leaves, at this very moment, the three represented here."
A snort of breath.
"We don't even have a proper majority remotely available at the moment for the passing of any laws! Councilor, Madam Burnie, at this very moment, mmph mmph, Myrken Wood is as lame, bloated, and vulnerable as--well!--as I am, I might note! It would be far too easy for one person--one person!--with any head for secrecy and bribery or magical possessions and spirits or simple intrigue and daggers across throats to disturb the whole blooming province!"
Worked into a blustery fury, Aloisius finally has to hush--not because he's out of words to say but because he's out of breath, wheezing, pursily gasping, and even starting to sweat in his rage.
"Looks like a table to me. Do you think it could hold up someone as bulbous as Treadwell?" -- Dr. Brennan, Myrken Wood Rememdium Edificium