Echoes of Revolution
You pause to observe the Lieutenant’s expression before subtly nodding toward the servant replenishing your drink. "Lieutenant, in your opinion, do the laboring class—those who sustain us with their work—harbor the same discontent as the affluent traders? It might be worth considering whether they, too, could be guided to align with our cause through the right approach."You tilt your head slightly, your voice calm but laced with intrigue. "Lieutenant, I wonder if your perspective might change if you were aware of certain... irregularities in Governor Wainwright's recent arrangements with the Boston merchants. Loyalty, as you know, can be a rather fragile thing when ambition takes hold."You push back your chair suddenly, the screech of wood against the floor catching the Lieutenant off guard. Pointing decisively at the map of the colonies, you command, "Speculation gets us nowhere. Boston and Virginia are key—tell me everything you can about the figures who hold sway there."You place your glass on the table with a measured calm, its contact with the surface breaking the silence. "Lieutenant, the Crown demands clarity, not doubt—either you furnish the evidence to substantiate your claims, or I will be forced to escalate this matter to higher authorities. I trust you grasp the weight of this decision."