Annestown~
Percy Walmsley
Annestown, Tallu
Sevmoon, 4415
Governor Percy Walmsley tossed the stack of papers aside and loosen his cravat. He had discarded his tailcoat by midmorning, but still wore his high-collared waistcoat of burgundy velvet. One had to keep up proper appearances, even in midsummer.
Even when it was hotter than hell in his Annestown office. At least the heat of the day drove away the blood-sucking insects. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, leaving its salty sting in his eye. He wiped it with the back of his hand and got up to pour himself some tea.
Percy stood at the serving table and regarded the framed charter on the wall, signed by his own hand, along with thirteen other trustees. He grimaced when he thought of the pompous ideologues sitting in their manor
