The Master of Whispers brings us the news of a rather interesting situation. His little birds report seeing a phenomenon unfamiliar to the land of the king’s road. Jugs of lime are being sneaked in the closed attic of the S.A.C room, where the secs of all the different clubs are seen together, bursting out with discussion and laughter. Word is that they’re preparing for the possibility of clubbing their armies, and fighting battles together despite all strength and number. After all, an order from the little blue shepherd can never be ignored. The anticipation on this is building, while a decision is yet to be made.