Waving a piece of paper in his hand, the Duke shouted at Marshal Slade “What is this?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know” shouted the dwarf, “you’re smarter than you pretend to be”
“Who am I supposed to replace you with?” countered Yorick, “Topper Red?”
“why don’t you just take justice into your own hands! You seem to have the knack for it”
“Is that what this is about? When have I ever done that?”
“You should know”
“I swear to you, I have never done that”
“I’ll remind you nice more, I can tell when you’re lying. Like now. It’s fine, if you want the job, it’s yours. Give it to the taking bird, if you want, I don’t care. You need to learn that a stable nation is a nation of laws, and not of men”
“It’s in the book, have the bird read it to you” the dwarf spat. Dropping the metal bound book on the floor, he stomped out.
With an indignant shake of his head, Bartelby flew over and looked at the book. “it’s the manual of city-building boss” “Cover says it was written by Abadar himself”
The door slammed.