The tribal warlords of the Angle empire joined around a large stone table. Each territory was represented, Boudica from the Icebis, Ragnar from Danelaw and Jones from the Britons. Each faced the emporer.
"Well what say you on the state of the empire?"
Boudica slammed her fists down!
"WE HAVE COPPER WE MUST ARM OURSELVES TO THE BEST OF OUR ABILITY!"
"Very well Boudica, now please control yourself. And you two what say you?"
"Roads." said Ragnar
"Roads?" echoed the emporer
"yes they will allow greater speed and easier movement of goods through the forests and hills of Britany."
"mmm I will look into these..roads you say?"
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