It had been a hektic year so far for Mr Dorchester. City Hall was still being rebuilt so he was forced to work out of a small back office in The Gut, and even worse, he had to report to the "office" of Mr Tenk, which was basically a pub.
From The Offices of City Hall
Dear Citizens of the City State of New Babbage
No doubt you have all heard about the impending taxation of candy which will be rolled out at the end of this calendar week. Many people have called this the "happiness tax" or the "urchin tax".
Will this taxation be harmfull to Urchins? Not at all!
Mornington has just finished a long list of items due for import and was heading to the City Hall. It was the month of October, that infamous month when the city suddenly goes insane, either due to viruses, plagues, or the undead... or all three.
It has been two months.
Two months since Mornington had hired three fellow from Falun to survey The Fells for coal. Over the past two months, business opportunities had dried up in Falun, apparently someone had visited the small town, caused a stir-up and had used Morningtons crest card...it could only have been one person. Emerson.
It was another hot day in New Babbage. The sweltering heatwave that hit the city over the past two weeks caused a massive rise in the pub taking for all of the pubs across the city as workers and residents all drank away the heatwave.