The old cicada cackled and leaned towards Cheviot, his limbs trembling as they supported him. "Rumour has it-"
He then remembered he was in a professional meeting to discuss matters of state, and straightened himself somewhat sheepishly. "Only the farmers who have nothing to do mention this. But rumours about the emperor's gold have begun to leak outside the city's borders, and they range from extravagant to beyond comprehension."
He had begun leaning in during his sentence, and he pulled himself to the back of his chair. "If Emperor Yuburu wishes to have an army, he'll need it quick. Not to fight a war, but as a little message, is all."