On the other side of conclave lands:
His little minion had just left his office in a rush. He couldn’t blame her really for running scared the way she had. He had practically bitten her head off with the news her latest report had given him. His son was dating that abomination! His first instinct had been to cleave her head from her shoulders and call in the cleaning crew. Luckily he had not allowed his impulses to control his rational mind and had instead given her a tongue lashing at which she had promptly had broken down into a pathetic mess.
Between blubbering and apologizing for her epic failure he had come up with a plan. He would instead turn this cluster f**k of events into a strategic plan that could possibly work out better than his origina
