The grand empire soared as high as the skies. None could put a stand against its glory and none could point a gun against its might. With a being closest to god present in the visage of the emperor none in the world made enemies with the grandness of his state.
None, except the ones inside. For what set an empire apart from a kingdom, except for where its enemies lay? That's right. In the sewers.
Deep in the sewers, straight where the water slosh and stench reigned supreme, the cracklings of a fire distracted the people seated around the table.
"This place stinks, sire."
"Bear with it."
"Why must we convene in the sewers, anyway, sire? Jim's home is just as grand a place as this, his wife would have also made us some pies."
"Bear with that too. Also, Jim, if your house is comparable to the sewers, I wouldn't step a foot inside."
"Slander, sire! You've even been to my house!!"
seriously though, discord?