[CENTER][B]Rodrigo Menaz [/B][/CENTER]

Nothing new was coming to the old man the military had their plans and it would be without Rodrigo this time around, which was reassuring because he did not want to chase down some old smugglers. He wanted to stack the bodies of rebels, dissenters and the other kinds of folks that would want to see Melizea fall. He simply sad down in his chair at the capital as he opened a fine bottle of Balruban wine thinking to himself. To the smugglers who were about to be splats on the ground he thought as he sipped from his chalice which was just a wine glass, he let out a yawn afterwards. Today would be a good day.