Bugoslavia holds ninety-six thousand in the treasury and what does Corin Thorne do with it? He manages. Octavia counts it. Pravda wants to hand it out as bread until the vault echoes. I will make it WORK. Ten percent tax stays — I never lied about that — but the coin stops sleeping: arms in the arsenal, granaries listed to every market on the continent, and the smaller republics paying tribute INTO our vault instead of stealing our migrants. A republic this rich that does not press its advantage is just a fat man waiting to be robbed. I am the hungriest man in Bugoslavia. Vote Vex, or watch a soft hand spend your edge. — The Iron Granary