Ozymandius
Looking over the newest sample of stained glass, President Ozymandius of Tansanko nodded his approval. "Good work lads. I will dispatch another guild to the beach to set up operations, so that this rare find can be mass produced" Ozy instructed, making sure to announce his intentions. Such openness was good for his political figure, it gave his subjects a feeling of reliability in the government. As the small group of engineers left for the beaches once again to capitalize on this strange phenomenon, Ozy took a moment to take stock of his countries position. Tansanko was practically in a golden age at the moment, wherever one went wealth seemed to be abound. The Tansanko Trading Company was bringing in record profits (and thus record taxes), thanks to reforms in the fleet to make use of wind power, farmers had enough substance to live on and then some, thanks to reforms in produce storage and distribution, and the governments approval rating was almost unanimously supportive, thanks to tight control on propaganda and carefully chosen public works. However, in regards to foreign affairs, it was a different story.
The problem is rooted in the ever increasing Tansanko population. With everyone being fed due to the prosperity, not many are dying off, resulting in a mass population boom. With ever decreasing space and a rise in energetic youth, the citizens of Tansanko are pleading for new land. Public opinion of the other two countries does not help either. While Tansankians get along just fine with those of Kiivas, they receive a lot of their manufactured goods from there, public opinion of Eramaa is constantly falling, not helped by the fact that recent wood imports have stopped due to mud slides. In short, the people were one spark short of demanding a war for the colonization of Eramaa, justified by the fact that they are such a "backwards society". They seem to forget that their president once came from these primitive lands. In fact, Ozy seems to forget that fact himself sometimes.
"Is that all sir?" a voice was heard to say. Ozy snapped back to the present and nodded his approval. "Yes, send for Ms. Nikki and Mr. Reginald at once. I have an errand for them." Ozy instructed, sending the young ferret off that he had called for just minutes ago. Strange, he had to have a messenger to fetch his messengers. Shrugging, he went back to admiring the stained glass samples that now adorned the inside of the capital building.