<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8b/c6/cb/8bc6cbc90728451240e855aa0731b444--lord-of-the-rings-middle-earth.jpg)</div><br/>Before anyone knew it their time was up and they were expected at the town hall. Leaving empty bowls and mugs in the tavern new arrivals began making their way up the small hill to the only building in town that appears to have had any real effort put into its appearance. Inside was a large hall with a long fire pit down the middle to huddle around on cold nights, but for now it was simply lit by touches along the walls. At the far end was a raised stone platform where one might expect a comfortable chair or throne from whence a noble would to preside judgement over their subjects. Instead a pair of middle aged men simply sat on the step, the town clerk standing near them as the three discuss the new arrivals. Both men had an air of nobility to them. The older of the two was scarred and bore some sort of sigil of office around his neck that marked him as the leader of the colony while the younger wore armour that had clearly seen battle and was strikingly handsome.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4c/63/23/4c632335baf64abaae57c558e48998de--male-noble-rpg-noble.jpg)<br/><br/>The men wrap up a conversation with a large number of new farmers as they see their next appointment arriving and offer the girls cushions on the wooden floor to sit.<br/>“I am Jacob, the mayor here, and this is Issac, the guard captain” the scarred one says, motioning at the armoured figure beside him. “We are the architects of this colony effort. Welcome.”<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/zt8vZX5.jpg)<br/>