Male: Amusing. [inaudible 00:01:30] ...discuss any number of things.
Lord Regent: ...my chair. Things have changed. Remember to have tea sent up later.
Male 2: [inaudible 00:03:56] squad, after what happened last night?
Male 3: Yes, of course.
Lord Regent: If I explain, then you will see, I am not at fault. My poverty eradication plan was meant to bring prosperity to the city, to rid us of those scoundrels who waste the days in filth and drink, without homes, or occupations other than to beg for the coin for which the rest of us toil. And it was a simple plan. Bring the disease-bearing rats from the Pandyssium Continent, and let them take care of the poor for us. The plan worked perfectly, at first. But the rats...oh, it was as if they sough to undo me. They hid from the catchers, and bred at a sickening rate.
Regent: What are you doing? I ordered you to put down your weapons! This is treason!
Male 4: It's over, Hirum. Your head will roll for what you've done.
Regent: No! I'll make you rich men, if you just let me go. I beg you!
Male 4: You nearly destroyed this city. No amount of money will undo that. Get him ready for the walk to Coldridge Prison.
Male 5: Yes, sir.
Lord Regent: Soon it didn't matter, rich, poor, all were falling sick. And then people began to ask questions. The Empress assigned me to investigate whether the rats had been imported by a foreign power. I knew the truth would come out eventually...so there was no other way than to be rid of her, and take the power myself. She had to die, you see. She had to die!
Bringing about the death of an Empress is not an easy thing. But it gave me a chance to attack the plague with some real authority. Quarantines, deportation of the sick...but there's always some idiot woman searching for her wretched lost babe, or some sniveling workman searching for his missing wife.
And then quarantine has broken! But you can see how my plan should have worked. It would have worked, if everyone had just followed orders.
Male 6: Let's just see what happens if I get another crack at this guy!
Male 7: Ah...
Male 8: I know you're here. Where are you? Where are you?
Male 9: Look out. We've got someone skulking around.
Male 10: Look sharp. We've got a prowler.
Male 11: In fact, I'll earn another promotion.
Female: I have to keep this position. He says to bring the bottle, I bring the bottle. He says to bring food, I bring food. He says to undress, I undress.