I looked in the daily papers. Huh, Gozloew was actually making progress for the fairies. He was making pretty good speeches about equality or something like that. Word had it he was going to get an audience with Rihanna's dad soon. The Bairdy was simple and honest, which was probably what made his speeches appealing.
I was reading the paper as I stood in line at a bank in the Land of Bankers, a country north east from the capital city of Dru. It was a spacious, circular building; immaculately clean with some benches to the side, and stalls in the front. There were lowly ranked red-dressed bankers tucked safely away behind glass of the stalls, their pert voices echoing through the vault-like room. The only time they came into contact with patrons was through a little opening made in the bottom of the pane to slide gold and paperwork through.
I'd been in line for about three hours now. The banks were always backed up.
"Reírse?" A woman's voice called for me.
I looked around. Rihanna