Brook laid his palms on the surface of the grand cleric's desk top and mocked him in turn. "What?" Brook laughed. "The Almighty not understand something? Come now brother ... I was made to wait here too long, and for you!" He lifted his hands from the desk and made his way back towards the window. "Maybe I should have you tried. Made an example of; should I not, my dearest brother?" He reached the window and looked out of it to the fountain below. The same time, he slightly grinned, knowing the effects that he caused to come over the ArchBishop's mind. No sooner did Brook finish speaking, did the cleric challenge him. "Make yourself clear, Brook. State your business and take your leave!" blurted the man in the holy garb. Brook's grin left him as he swung around and poked his hand into the air, in the direction of the religious leader, and stared right into his now pale eyes. "You are but a mere man -- and not even so -- and you can bleed!" He ceased for a moment and saw a spark of fear flame over the ArchBishop's face as he twitched in his chair. "Yes, my brother ... You can bleed. Wouldn't a real god be immune to bodily injury? A real god would not sit on his ... broad alter and live off his people, growing fat from their love and their worship and yet give them nothing in return. Not only that ... you had sent for me -- so, unless you inform me as to what you want ... you may take your leave!" "Good speech. State your -- " " -- Your tongue will be silenced either by my command or by my hand, Manguino! I shall give you leave, if I care to, and for good." Brook's words, the strength of their usage, greatly startled the great ArchBishop who sat back in his chair and blinked aimlessly as the sovereign continued, after some silence. "Word has reached me, that you are starving several of the united districts, in the north, with an embargo on their trade! As of this moment that will cease and with that, extra trade will commence between Phoride and Besten. It has been long enough, that you have had your petty vengeance on them." "You agreed on that embargo!" Manguino advanced. "Yes. Now I change my mind. Your 'will' be ... none!" Brook turned his head and focused his eyes upon Manguino. Silence clutched the room again. Brook stood majestic and powerful in the presence of his brother. The evil high priest, Manguino, was now totally disturbed by Brook's show of strength and power. "It would not have made a difference!" Manguino said as he pushed himself from his chair and moved over to where his brother stood. "I will make the difference now! As of this moment." Brook shouted at him. "You ... you may only follow. You will not be permitted to exercise your power unwisely." The sovereign's judgement had been made and the idea frightened Manguino and choked the room with a silence that removed hope of the existence of any breath.