Its was a brisk May morning in Academy of Industry as Morningon took a stroll up to his house at the far side.
After stopping to light a cigar one of the many urchins that Mornington hires on a weekly basis to seek out new news and interesting stories…to boldly go where no urchin has sought out news before…
*loses train of thought*
…ran up to Mornington with a scrap of paper in his hand and held it to him. Mornington tipped the young girl half a silver and she ran off…in the direction of port, probably to buy candy from young cyans candy store.
The news that was in the scrap of paper made Mornington spit out his cigar and start coughing…
If the rumour even held a scrap of truth…even just a tiny scrap. Mornington had to act fast, before Underby got wind of anything.
Later that day in City Hall, Mornington was seen standing nonchalently in the meeting hall, looking up in the direction of the upper floor and grinning to himself. Some urchins say he stood there grinning and looking up for a solid hour.
On the evening of that day, Mornington spent more than 3 hours pouring over all the city records of several of the city districts.
His plan…whatever that plan was, had started.