Two days had passed, and among the corsair population, what had at first been mere grumbling and an occasional dark look at a guard had evolved into a string of violence that shocked the occupying force. Guards had been attacked robberies were frequent, and fights in bars a common event. But Jurex knew that the corsairs still needed a push - one that would push them over the brink, and into the dark chasm of murder.
Setting aside his pen, the man surveyed his work. He had forged a fairly accurate copy of one of the recent laws put in place by the council, and the signiture at the bottom could not have been proven false by even the sharpest eye. But a close scan of the document would have found that several changes and additions to the law, which Jurex knew would be quite infuriating to the corsairs of Umbar.
The man checked the document a third time, chuckly to himself inwardly. I wonder why I spend so much valuable time checking for mistakes. Few among my audience can read anyway - the fools. Finally satisfied, the man, (taking the paper with him), left the house and headed for the docks. With luck, a large body of corsairs would have recieved the invitation Acacia had dispersed the night before, and be present to hear him read the "new law."
The time of Umbar's indepence is nearing. We need only a little more time... and it will be over.
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