Chapter 83: Chapter 69 - Power

An older gentlemen wearing purple lined sleeping robes, and sporting a long white beard covered his mouth as he yawned on his throne, "What else is left on the schedule?" 

A man wearing a full head covering, bowed with his hands together, "Replying to your lordship. Sir Garrison Commander is waiting outside for the final audience." 

"Right, right. Send him in then," He yawned again, and leaned back into his specially crafted throne, "At least it'll be more interesting than these others." 

The bagged herald took a step forward and raised his voice as loud as an air horn, "Entering! Garrison Commander Faux!" 

A man with a round pot belly, and a surprising lack of blubbering flesh on his face walked in, wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, "Lord! It is a beautiful day today once again! Very hot. But very gorgeous!"