Frost, within the domed office of the City-State's Governor, Tyrion was standing in front of a mirror, earnestly adjusting the medals and ribbons on his chest.
The visage with one eye still appeared stern, even a bit intimidating, but a brand-new Governor's uniform and those gleaming medals had transformed that sternness into a trustworthy dignity—to some degree. At this very moment, the city was in need of a dignified Governor.
Tyrion exhaled lightly and turned his head to look at the other side of the domed office.
Two Undead sailors were hanging the new City-State flag on the wall, and next to the flag, a line of powerful text was still deeply engraved beside the door, as it had been half a century ago:
"Let as many people survive as possible."
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