The Gallic Seigneurs

[Thunderer]

A radiating aura with an inadequate level of smugness shamelessly made its home around Joseph-Ignace Florentin like an armed and unusually stylish group of squatters. He was the Seigneur of Provence, one of the poorest, most desolate and most miserable places in Gallia, yet he easily exuded more confidence than any of the present Seigneurs. He didn't know and he didn't care that this was irritating, and one would say that he carried himself like this just because he could. But one would be wrong. Mostly, it was wine. But deeper inside, it was a repression mechanism that defended Forentin's personality from the troubles of the difficult life he had been living, and low self-esteem.

Starvation ? Is that what Gallia has come to ? Madame de Barsaillin, I was wondering how a 37 year old lady could achieve such a lean figure, but I had no notion that it was this grim. Allow me, s'il vous plait, to claim that with some investment, the abundant oceans of Marseilles will make your subjects as plump as the grapes of Orleans ! And with some investment, my subjects will be able to buy the famed wine of Orleans. We have everything: our oceans are vast and full of fish, our fish are meaty and fat, our fishermen are eager and diligent -- if only they could afford boats and nets. If only we could afford to build factories so that we can process and preserve this fine meat, and export it. But as I see, francs from New Paris tend to avoid Marseilles like if it's some ocean whirlpool. Perhaps, if our police was paid better, corruption wouldn't take such a toll on every investment ?

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