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Trince flew towards Anwen and Ffion. As always, he went straight to the point of things. "Anwen, we need to make sure we’re on the same page about the Bind."

"Of course Trince, Ffion, will you please excuse us?" Anwen asked.

"Sure, see you later!" Ffion quickly disappeared.

"I’m sure you’re already aware of my views of the Bind?" Anwen twiddled with the hem off her pale brown spider-silk shirt as she spake to Trince, looking up confidently every now and then. "What else do we need to talk about, I know your views and you know mine. Thankfully they coincide. Is it possible that you’ve changed your mind lately?"

"No," Trince’s voice was always firm when he spoke, which was not too often. "I just want you to know that we have to win."

Anwen masked her surprise at Trince’s remark. Anwen felt very strongly about becoming the next Binder, especially now that Gwenerth and Narzelda were the alternatives. She couldn’t remember Trince ever making a big deal about the Binderhood though. She always assumed that he wanted to work his way up through the military. "Why?"

"Gwenerth and Narzelda are not only idiots but they are evil as well. If they become the Binder’s they’ll tear the Bind apart," Trince replied. "And I’m sure you of all people don’t want that."

"I know they’re idiots, unfit to run this country but to me they’ve always just seemed politically inept. Why are they evil all of a sudden?" Anwen always felt that when she talked with Trince she was talking with an ice block. Their conversations were always cold, unfeeling and Anwen felt exhausted by them. She knew that this was a taste of how many conversations with officials would be and she was already dreading them.

"They want to increase taxes and go to war against the junkies," Trince mentioned the despised junkies, a faerie race that lived of the filthy trash of humans. Some links believed that the junkies should be killed off because of their dependence on humans. "Their plans would change the Bind into something horrible, links would be killed, everyone would become poorer and poorer until the whole Bind would be sucked dry. They would be excessively rich while everyone would be reduced to nothing."

Anwen was stunned. "Where did you learn this?" Her voice shook with anger. "Why would they think of such a thing?"
"They’re power hungry and selfish," Trince stated, only saying as much as necessary.

"Losing isn’t an option," Anwen said.

"Was it ever?" and with that Trince left.
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"How soon can we put the plan into action?" A deep voice came from behind a snake-leather covered chair.

"We’re working on it, your grace. The first step has already been completed," a faerie quietly said, fear vibrating in her every word. Her soiled blonde hair was cut very short and she wore a despicable piece of human garbage that was bright yellow and said "Starburst" over and over again. On her feet was some stiff paper that the humans called "cardboard." The "cardboard" was tied onto her feet with some"dental floss" lacing that was used to sew her "Starburst" dress together.

"Excellent," the deep, compelling voice replied. "It will only be a matter of time."
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