[B] Grand Administratum Construct
31st of December 1899 [/b]

The sounds of celebration had died down as night settled over Numburg. Distant fireworks could be heard at random but aside from that the city was unusually quiet.

A soft snow feel quietly outside staining the landscape a crisp white. The few straggeling party goes continued their way homebound albiet with some stumbling.

Markus Finch, 2nd Viceroy of Numburg peered out over his balcony watching the city sleep. His gaze slowly raised upwards to the distant industrial district. Even now in the middle of the night black smoke still rose into the air.

A chill ran down the pasty mans spin and he held his great overcoat more tightly to him. His eyes were the subject of mystery while his smile was that of a younger man. An observant person might even notice that it didn't entire reach those mysterous eyes.

The man took a glance down at his fine Numburgian craft pocket watch and with that turned and left his perch.

He walked down a hall passing by a desk full of papers, the preliminary reports of an attack on the Lancian kaiser had been placed there but a few hours earlier.

The doors at the end of the hallway were modest. No grandoise embroidering. Inside was king sized bed with the finest silk blanket money could buy, Another desk, A safe, And above the bed hung a large painting of a younger Finch, a women, and a small boy.

Finch payed no heed to any of it and layed down upon his bed. Tomorrow would be the first day of the new century and he would have much work to do starting with planning Numburgian Trans Contiental Railway. On top of that a diplomat would have to be dispatch to Lancia to strengthen relations.

A Numburgian Luxary ship would would be arriving in Farligmark to pick up The Jade any day now as well. Preperations needed to be made for his arrival.

With that fresh on his mind the Viceroy fell into a light sleep closing the day in Numburg.