 Hello, we're Sawas. Our ideas and ideals have been forged for 102 years to find someone of a different calibre, with the frame of mind to think only in the spectacular, and that's what you'll need in the next 60 seconds if you're to solve this puzzle. Something hidden within, that has little to do with her or him. But about those thought to be beyond value, with sugarcoated smiles and no added sweetness, make no mistake, they will come knocking at the gate. Ambition asks them when, can we no longer take it on the chin, and begin their ascent out of the ashes, to lament those that gave them the lashes. So hither not and worry thee, after all this is London, the land of the freed. No longer did we just work as colonies, but so every being could live in ecstasy. The blue collars and the scholars, the butchers, bakers, dressmakers and troublemakers, as an art to fellowship here. No longer could anyone remain privy to their power play, and claim their presence would be risque. Never give up the funk. Their labour of love would lead us the way. This story is about those honourable ones, but can you guess who is the right one?