[B]Grand Administratum Construct Winter 1899-1900[/b] The Dawn of a New day across Numburg. The ground swathed in white. The toil of 39 million souls busying themselves with their daily reutine. The state was rarely lacking jobs for its mostly male workforce. Women were not permitted to work in 'unladylike' conditions. Viceroy Finch was enjoying a breakfest of eggs and ham when a message runner approched him and placed 2 sealed letters. One baring the seal of the Wight Family the other the seal of the Lancian Chancellor. He opened the Wight address first. The letter detailed an investment opportunity no Numburgian would pass up. Albiet some fine details would need to be worked out. He softly placed the creme paper down and then opened the second letter. This one however did not please Finch. A frown crossed the mans face something he rarely did. The letter from the Lancian Chancellor informed the Viceroy that 10 Lancian agents of unknown objective were soon to enter the country. This disturbed Finch more than anything. Why were Lancians entering Numburg and why could they only talk with him. It was troublesome to say the least. Finch turned to his liason. "A group of exactly 10 Lancians will be arriving in Numburg on official Lancian buisness relatively soon. See to it that I am informed as soon as they do. Also I want a message detailing our interest and appreciation sent to Corustaria." The Liason bowed and walked off to dispatch The Viceroys orders. [Hider=Letter to Corustaria] To Empress Emmeline Wight, First of her name and Ruler of the Mighty Corustarian Empire. We in Numburg are humbled by your most gracious offers. We of course will accept both of your offers a trade route between our nation's will bring good fortune to everyone. And we are prepared to invest an initial sum of 3 billion coin into your economy with an additional 500 million payed annually should it turn a profit that meets Numburgian standards. May fortune smile upon your soul. - Markus Finch, Second Grand Viceroy of Numburg [/Hider]