The emperor sat in his room. the bad weather has cause many problems for the empire over the last few weeks, making him troubled. He was a man of silence and peace, yet these events forced him to be proactive. Other than that, most diplomatical issues went exceedingly. The new trainers arrived, and the raw minerals were flowing in via the trade routes. Most of the unrests settled, and calmness fell upon the land. Apart from the rain of course. The rain just went on for weeks. It was the season of the year, when it rained all day for months. So he sat in hos room silently. Then the door creeked. Jeoofrey entered. The emperor turned around and looked at the man with cold look. 

"Sir, we have a problem! You may know of the trade route between the Drakuns and the Irodiens. Thw trade route cut the territories half, and fled the most of the tribes. This cuts us off from some of the hills to the west, and natives are approaching our border. I have already called back my squad, and reinforced the guards. What do you want to do sir?" The emperor picked up his new revolver. It was a gift from Enson Industries as a present for a trade agreement not so long ago. It was brushed steel with golden bracings. With the gun in his lap he answered. "Dispatch the NIFF!"