The Supreme Abbot-Captain of the Sea of Monasteries looks across his realm. "Brother Bluebeard?"

"Aye, Captain?" the man beside him says.

"How much of the horde did we lose in those wars?"

"Most of it, Captain. There's only a few GP left."

The abbot frowns. "Send out word to the other monasteries to meet us at Cape Ravioli in two weeks' time. We may need to fight to regain what we lost."

"Of course, Captain." Bluebeard hurries off.