He took a sip of his tea. He never supported the idea of a Gallic republic, there was too much cultural and social investment in the Monarchy for it to simply vanish, more to the point the idea of simply replacing the top levels of any government never actually fixed the underlying causes. The Council, for all their idealism, were woefully unprepared to face the political and social backlash that inevitably resulted from such a massive change. Still fighting a war for glory that has long since past....One can't help but feel sorry for them. I imagine they want to go home, but 'home' for them is now but a distant memory. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a deal to be made there, some sort of arrangement that would allow them to fade back into the North. Yet it was her comment about a stray Cobalt Bomb that concerned him most. Bretonia cannot survive another war. He said flatly Especially not with the current state of affairs. If the remaining Gallics do manage to put a bomb on Cambridge and Bretonia demands blood, we will loose. Unfinished business or not, we need time, more time than has passed, to rebuild everything, but that can't happen when there are active threats coming and going as they please with no one to keep an eye on them.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he leaned back What do you need Chief inspector? Tell me how we remedy this situation and make everyone's life a little easier? You no doubt have a suggestion, I imagine you've already asked for help and been told there is none. So tell me instead, what do you require?
