<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/S53Y4Ew.jpg)</div><br/>The sun was just beginning to set, and there was the satisfaction of a job well done. Piled into carts, the sacks of fruit and bales of flax represented not just a good harvest, but also the possibility of a respite, the lifting of a weight that had been hovering over the farm for so long it was easy to forget it was there. This was what would allow the farm to pay off their debt to the Guild. It had been an effort not just from the family that lived there, but also from the nearby village. People out on the coast looked out for each other--after all, it was more than they had ever been able to expect from the rulers of the city.<br/><br/>It was a rare moment of respite after the frenzied activity of the past , a chance to simply sit down and enjoy the view. To one side, the sea stretched out, the pure blue marked with gold by the sunbeams passing across the water. Ships drift along in the distance, and to the other, the hills cupped the little valley like protective hands. Water gathered behind dams flowed from there to supply the farms, and they served as a barrier from the outside world.<br/><br/>The only thing remaining is to present the tribute to the caravan winding its way down the path, the tax collector from the Good Kings doing their circuit of the farms.