As the rain fell on the fog-enshrouded Anjanik City, Moorshavin Warbird walked into his office, in the Citadel of the Dragon. Bitterly underestimating his chances in the last battle with Harlan Takanagamo, had him reeling in defeat. Was I always at the losing end of a battle? He thought as he continued to his desk. He threw his hood off, revealing the mottly colored hair that so defined him. What was on the agenda for today anyway? The answer came to him very quickly, in the form of his trusted advisor, Admiral Bido Torlé. "Ah, Admiral Torlé. What a surprise it is to see you, so early this morning. What brings you here?" "Well, It appears that the Tristchanian Empire is still coming to grips with the victory that has been given to them." "Yeah. . .so?!" Moorshavin said, using a get-on-with