*Yawn*

[Greg]

Greg stumbled out of his lavish bed and made his way towards his balcony. The south Trinsic air brushed over Fox Bay and danced gingerly across Gregory's face. He smiled and yawned. He made his way towards the ornate wardrobe that held his most prized possessions. He tiredly slipped out of his nightgown and into his day's best, concluding the attire by firmly affixing his trademark hat atop his head. Fully awake at this point, Greg creaked down the wooden steps of his Estate and into the main hall. His brother Hippocrates had once again failed to set out a delicious breakfast, only a note indicating he'd be in the forest all morning sat on the table usually lush with morning delights. Hungry and rather upset for that matter he checked for any post that might have arrived during the night. He sifted through the notices...a copy of the trade receipt for delivery of Olympian Spiced Rum to Que's Tavern in exchange for a set of Gargish dictionaries only caught his eye, as he'd provided James, Mayor of New Haven the original document only hours prior. He tucked the post into his satchel and exited his grand estate. The gentle rush of water tip toed on his ear as he creaked over the bridge joining the grounds of his estate to the surrounding land. He summoned his etheral unicorn and with that took off like a flash towards the City Center. The grandeur of Olympus Castle quickly came into view with a sprinkling of government buildings surrounding it. He dismounted once outside his office, noticing of course the tavern still lay in ruin. He grimaced and made mental note to hassle the Senator of Inquiry regarding the completion of the tavern. Once inside his office he let himself fall into his chair. A mess of scrolls and parchment lay scattered accross his desk. A copy of the recent dispatch to the Yewish regarding diplomatic relations sat on top. The ink still fresh from the transcript; It stung his nostrils. He dipped his quill into a small bottle of ink and begain writing,

Memorandum

To: The Council of Honor

From: The Head of State

Re: Yewish Relations

Brothers and Sisiters of Honor,

As time passes it seems a response from the Yewish regarding our severing of diplomatic ties becomes more and more unlikely. Should this Office recieve such notification of their reciept of such proclomation it shall be passed on as necessary. Furthermore it should also be noted that recent attempts by newly appointed Emissary Rotep have been met with minor hostility and further attempts should be made with extreme predjuidice. It should also be noted that Legate Hiippocrates of Commerce has informed me that such hostility against the Yew has provided an impasse for the exportation of precious lumber from the area. With essential resources being sequestered by a potentially hostile adversary it is unadvisable to launch further collection attempts into the area without full Legion escort. Until such time as relations with the Yewish improve they shall be listed at diplomatic status of level VI, that of distrust and negative.

Best Regards,

E.G. Meridius the Ancient

Head of State

Edited August 26, 2009 by Greg