Greetings, Britannians. As I am sure most of you are already aware, just this last month our benevolent sovereign and monarch, Lord Casca of Heartwood, issued a decree mandating that all citizens of good health and able body proceed immediately to the Land of Feudal Lords to aid its Empress in the retrieval of her lost treasures and codices. While one would think that such a declaration, which on the surface appears to be little more than an offer of aid and goodwill to the Zentoese government, would be welcomed by one and all, such is not the case. One need only visit the City of Zento, enter its shops and sake houses, and speak with its citizens to discover the vast and widespread changes coming over the society as a result of Britannian Imperial Dominance. When I first arrived in the City of Splendors, surrounded by the cherry blossom trees and being overwhelmed by the scents of steamed rice and shochu wafting through the early morning air, one of the first things that struck me odd was the Town Crier that greeted me at the gates. As fate would have it, Leif the Town Crier is a Britannian from the woodlands surrounding Vesper. While I thought it was strange that a Britannian would be tending to the position in Tokuno, I assumed that perhaps the Empress was hiring a foreign worker to help communicate with the incoming Britannians? I truly thought little of it. I would be even more surprised by what I found next. I strode into the Fletchers Shop of Zento, a native greeting prepared on my lips, when I was met by another two Britannians dressed in the native regalia. Fergus and Beradine, a couple from the Tradeport of Valoria, identified themselves as the new proprietors of the shop. I thought this was strange, but it didn’t really hit me until I began to look through the various shops and tea houses dotting the small city. As it turns out, almost two thirds of the businessmen and women within the city were Britannian. I still saw many Zenites strolling through the streets, but an alarming number of them were carrying bowls and begging for charity. So, what does a good reporter do? I began asking questions. I eventually came upon the Zento Magick Shop, and discovered a native Zenite who appeared to be familiar with our tongue. Joshua Harper: When did the Britannians begin taking over the businesses of the City of Zento? Hotane: It began many years ago, although it was never this bad. Occasionally, an…oh whats the word? Enterprising! Britannian would come here to make his fortune, which never troubled us. But now it has gotten much worse. Joshua: What do you mean? Hotane: Your Casca and his court think they rule the world. They force their traders into our ports, and demand we carry Britannian goods. Just look around you. How many shopkeepers are Zenite? How many Zenites currently starve in the streets? He invades the realms of any who defy his authority, while sending his men to slowly encroach upon ours. How long before he declares Tokuno a vassal of your kingdom as well? After several days of questioning Zenites and Britannians alike, I attempted to contact one of the magistrates of the city. Wouldn’t you know it, he was Britannian as well. I tried to interview the man, but he demanded that he not be questioned, and quickly jumped in the fish pond. When I turned to leave, I discovered an even more alarming sight. Alongside maps of Zento and the Tokuno Islands were replicas and plans for what appeared to be none other than Britannian-style Villas. What are they planning, I must wonder? While the exchange of ideas and the sharing of culture along regional lines is a good and desirable thing, one cannot help but be gravely concerned for the Citizens of Zento in light of recent events. Will they maintain their sovereignty, or will they slowly be swallowed up by Casca’s growing appetite? I’m sure we’ll soon find out. Joshua Harper, Stratics Independant Herald.