--The Capital City, Baymard, Pyno--
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6 A.M.
A broad-shouldered man sat on the balcony within his hotel room, having an early cup of tea in his ancient robe, while reading a newspaper and watching the many bubbling and buzzing Baymardians move up and about.
And standing alongside himself were a few of his guards, watching over him.
The man dawned a grim expression, reading the news on the papers.
[Rolnad Council arrives for the big meeting! Are they for or against women?]
[Is Baymard wrong? Will the world truly end because of their involvement?]
[Witness interviewed: The Rolnad Council is talking nonsense!]
[Rolnad supporter interviewed: Baymard will be the end of us all!]
...
The man read the papers, seeing the many talks about today's matter.
Of course, this person was none other than Council leader Gillard from the Rolnad Council.
