Fonder l'empire

[Dennis Jameson]

The man looked surprised.

- "Ah yes, I suppose that... I should introduce myself."

He straightened his posture and spoke in a loud, authoritarian voice...

- "My name is Vincent Mergotti of the Maltese treasury. I am here, like you, to speak of matters concerning Gallia, and how much profit can be gleaned from its debased, royal, citizens."

Other servants began to remove their masks and sit down at the vast table, some of which also carried the same authoritarian posture and downright arrogant glean in their mutated eyes.

Mergotti grinned slightly and began explaining the situation...

- "The administrator is with us, as are some rather prominent senators... dons... political figures and some figures from our military. Gallia is a complex matter, and as such a lot of detail needs to be poured into this plan of ours, unless the purpose of this meeting is to plan for an eventual failure, that is to say."

One of the... fatter.. gentlemen in the room rose from his seat and began to speak.

- "Failure?! I'm risking a lot of my stock on these Gallic! They better not have any doubts about this!"

Another man, who is wearing the toga of a Maltese senator as well as an aged appearance and a seemingly "wise" face rose from his comfortable seat and addressed the fat gentleman.

- "Please, don. Give these humans a little credit. Based on the information the administrator has given us we can, with little doubt, say that they are capable of meeting our steep demands... and possibly even surpass them."

The fat don seemed to calm, and once more sat down in his chair... the senator soon followed, leaving the floor open for the guests to ask any questions which they might have.

---

Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici

10/6