<em><strong>Week Five</strong></em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/32Y0w0A.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rakim, Judge of Worth<br/><br/>The wise old merchant looks over the scales in front of him. The breeze through the stalls is cool and relaxing. The sun beats a steady, comforting, warmth. The sounds of activity, but not uproar, are all about.<br/><br/>"It is good, we are spared the ravages of conflict." He announces with a pleased smile on his face. "Once things settle down in the Docks and the Slums, perhaps we can even learn to live with this Princess."<br/><br/>It is the most charitable thing anyone has said about Princess Red since, well, since anyone learned who she was.<br/><br/>But he isn't wrong, the people thing to themselves. The Marketplace has seen only good things happen. Destruction of evil books. The growth of influence of the hero who cast it apart. Perhaps Rakim is correct, the folks mutter to themselves.