It was nearly sunset when Sir Peter recieved the messages about the revolution. He was up in his study, just rectifying his telescope to an interesting space in the sky.
Another one? he thought. We just had one as I recall. These people are really restless. I hope the new king will still allow me my research funds. Oh, there's still the old new king? Well, then it's ok I guess.

Next day, at breakfast, he met Pirate Monk while waiting for a slice of bread, discussing the newest developments.

Pressure Point 8/14