The Necromancer of Healing

Gerald had finally finished the week's paperwork.  (Well, last week's paperwork.  It always felt like he was behind.)  It was now the third day of the week, and he had plenty of catch up to do.  Most of it was either minor disputes or paperwork that set up the paperwork so that they could talk about how to deal with the money supply.  He regretted not having a larger bureaucracy, but knew that it was completely untenable to have one at this point.  It was the beginning of the night, not even two weeks after he had arrived at Portal again.  Things had been relatively quiet, at least. He had that much to thank the gods for.  'Maybe I'll turn in early for once.'  He thought.  He debated, and then decided to attempt to catch up a little.  His hand twitched with the thought, but he seat back down after another stretch and began to read aloud:  "Regarding the prospects of the widening of-"