"First I must make you all aware of a group of knights terrorizing the countryside." Gregor found bad news was best given first, as it allowed for the masses to digest and process it for a while, thud making it not as bad. "They call themselves the Silver Lances and have been running people down without provocation. If you see them, do not approach them, and instead alert your local authorities of their whereabouts. We will see to it these cowards receive justice."

King Gregor would ponder much of why the human factions felt it was so necessary to engage in these little skirmishes. Hardly any of his subjects were military, most of them were simple folks trying to live their deathly lives in peace. Many of the stereotypes created by the humans themselves have done much to damage the image of the undead. Gregor has hardly ever seen one of his people with the capacity for great evil, much as the rumors would have people believe. 

Now for something a little more positive than murderers in the area. "Mrs. Worshire has decided to cancel her re-entry into death and instead is opening up her home for her new business of bone painting. If you wish to put some spice into your unlife with whimsical colors on those exposed skeletons, then please go see her as I am told she has reasonable prices for her work." It's important for the undead to have a job, a purpose in their life, in which to help tether their minds to reality. Without it, they tend to apply for the state sanctioned executions, and that always drops the spirits of the others for days afterwards.

Judging by what he saw, many of the people of Ludonia were pleased with these news, especially the groups of skeletons scattered throughout the crowd. They were usually the oldest, or most damaged of the undead, so she was sure to see some regular customers for her work. With more jobs in the private sector, the economy would start to shape up, and they might even be able to attract those fabled Flesh Sculptors from the Western Marshes Gregor had heard so much about. Of course it was hard for an economy to develop when there were bands of murderous knights killing your workers. Just another challenge for Ludonia and her king.

"I believe that is all the news for today. If any of you wish to speak with me, I will be in my study, making tea. Thank you all for coming and may you have a day full of purpose." Undead subjects were slow to emotional responses like clapping or cheering, so the most Gregor received was some 'your welcomes' and 'have a nice day' with an occasional nod thrown into the mix. Such was the life of an unliving creature, but it was one that he had grown accustomed well to. Now of course was the time to speak with his subjects as well as try to figure out an idea to stopping the knights and their evil rampage through Ludonian lands.

After putting a kettle above a fire, he laid out a map of Ludonia on a table in front of some chairs in his study. It was a nice enough place, though it could definitely do with some restoration. Another time, once it was in the budget of course, and now he must await his possible subjects as he delved into this difficult problem.