Palace of Ba

[Liu Bei]

Where the courts and prefect reside.

[Páng Tǒng]

A coweled figure saunters into the palace of Ba, the Eastern door to Cheng Du. The man isn't tall, isn't fat, but lanky, and medium sized.

He walks in, and is surrounded by guards. The ministers tell them to back off, as he is lord Shiyuan, Pang Tong, the new Prefect of the area. Snatching his arm back from one zealous guard, he throws his head into the air, and walks forward.

Moving, he sets upon the throne, and wiggles into it. Getting a good feel, he stands back up, and speaks.

So... You are my ministers, eh? Well then. You, you, and you, you shall lead in my absence. you will be my Triumvirate when I'm away, and I put my faith in you. Don't talk, you'll ruin the moment.

Otherwise, lets get my army ready. We are going to Jiang Xia, or some godforsaken place. Apparently, Liu Bei has some beef with the northern peeps, and we need to go teach them what the meaning of Virtue is...

Lets go then... I guess I'll have to quell the chaos, once more.

[Páng Tǒng]

Pang Tong walks into the Palace again, his triumvirate pouring over documents and maps, enemy intelligence and stupidity.

Slowly sauntering over, he peers over their shoulders, and mutters,

Hot damn... We need to get to work...

Okay, someone needs to set up tasks for people to work on. You, go do that.

Next, someone needs to oversee the well being of our troops. You, go do that.

Finally, someone else needs to go see Liu Bei in Chang Sha. You, go do that.

I, myself, will lounge here for a while, and finish the grand strategy... I mean, Liu Bei didn't get this far by himself...

Pang Tong flipped an apple into his hand, and chewed it. How he did this with the multiple screens covering his face, no one dared question...

[Zhao Yun]

Zhao Yun walked into the palace, his steps echoing down the hallway. It had been ages since he had seen his comrade Pang Tong. He looked forward to hearing his un-couth words and razor wit. Zhao Yun's hair was un-braided and swayed with his steps, his armor he had left behind and wore a simple noblemen outfit. With the flag of Shu emblazoned on the back and on the sleeves.

Zhao Yun walked up to the table that Pang Tong feasted from, the wise man seemed lost in thought, or perhaps taking a nap. One could never tell with Master Tong. Grabbing a apple himself he grinned as he played catch with his right hand.

"Master Tong, it is good to see you once again! Lord Bei has sent me here to help you protect this city from our lords enemies. How have you been my old Friend?"

Zhao Long pulled up a seat while he finished speaking and sit down.

[Páng Tǒng]

Tong looked up from his stupor. He had indeed been napping, as, well, prefectures were a hard job!

Oh, I was just lost in thought... Things have been fine. I'm sorry you couldn't have been a part of the 'victory' over Jiang Xia. I've never felt more bored in my life.

Listen, there are a few things around Ba that need to be doing. Myself? I've got a few more political things that need to get done. You, well, just go see the secretary, and he'll inform you on what needs to be done.

Pang Tong arose, and motioned for Zhao Yun to follow. Together, they walked out to the top of the steps leading to the palace.

Zhao... I'm not generally a philosophical man, so pardon me if this sounds corny, but this is ours.

This city, this land, shall be ours for the taking. Under Liu Bei, I feel that we could possibly grasp the men of the world, and subjugate them beneath our feet. And, well, we'll put the women on their knees.

Pang Tong winked at Zhao Yun, and then proceeded his limping walk down the stairs.