One

[demonlordling]

[Patient flipping and rustling of parchment... And then the writing begins, an elegant period hand far more used to a quill or fountain pen than a ballpoint.]...From what I can manage to decipher, this land is called Paradisa, and there are many individuals torn from their homes and placed here. All different lands and languages- it is an

Comments

[phaseshifts]

The lad assumes a little too much...

[demonlordling]

Well, is there a governing force? Perhaps I've overlooked it.

[phaseshifts]

Not at all.

[demonlordling]

That seems terribly unorganized, particularly given how many leaders are here.

[phaseshifts]

Well, somehow they all manage.

[demonlordling]

A functioning Anarchy, how fascinating! Surely in times of crisis someone must rise up?

[phaseshifts]

Of course! Or so it seems. Several someones, even. But then they go right back to the day-to-day again.