IC
Rudd looked up as a general entered his tent. "Sir, we have recived word that an old vetran of many wars, Nevadacow, has entered the country with a flegling warband. He plans to dethrone WING, and become absolute emperor of everything. What course of action ought"
Rudd's brow wrinkled as he thought... "Leave him for the current time. WING's affairs are not ours. As for his claim to take emperorship... we shall see. You may go now."
The general saluted, then left the tent. Rudd settled back in his chair, and flask of straberry wine is his paw. "We shall see indeed..."


