One of the first stops I made was Uncle Reggie’s rooms where he conducted business. I snagged the log-book from his desk drawer of the ongoing funds that had been donated, collected and set aside for aiding our people. Of course we would love to claim to eradicate poverty, but it just didn’t work that way, did it? The world still required trade or gold, payment in some form for services and goods, and since the Kingdom still received stragglers from the war around my time of birth, and still had the consequences of said war to remedy. There were still funds needed to set our Kingdom to rights.
‘Generational homelessness would not become our heritage’ As Mama always used to say.
Plus there were the displaced orphans, injured war veterans, the widowed.. The list went on. The ravages of war
