Above Shattered Lake, a transport ship was breaking through the waves while intermittent attempts by finger sharks to nibble at the massive vessel produced a series of crisp clinking sounds.
"Hollis is rallying the Eternal Life Wine Club?"
In the only VIP room, a benign-faced ogre was seated in an upholstered chair, chewing on a pipe, exhaling a ring of pale green smoke.
In the light screen in front of the ogre, a tall, handsome, pointy-eared bald goblin was flipping through documents. He was clad in a tailored black suit and glasses, his face filled with worry.
"Yes, mayor, I'm afraid they are looking to impeach and end your term early," the goblin spoke anxiously, "You were the main person in charge for the '424 incident.' If Hollis rallies the centrists against us and calls for a mayoral vote, it would be hard for us to gain support. Even our supporting councilors will face pressure from their local constituents."
