Restov, the "Free City" that must bend her knee before the Dragonscale Throne of Brevoy. It was here, in this haven of the lost glories of old Rostland and the Aldori swordlords, that Guy grew up thieving and Priam trained her swordswomanship. For the past few weeks, times were tough and there were no adventuring opportunities to be had, forcing Priam and Guy to just manage to scrape by with odd jobs. At least, hired muscle was in demand as merchants stockpiled unusual quantities of provisions, tools and construction materials for the season.<br/><br/>All this came to a head one morning, when the blaring of trumpets announced the town crier's proclamation in the market square. Dressed in the heraldry of the Free City of Restov, the crier unfurled an ornate scroll and read out in a clear ringing voice that carried across the gathered crowd,<br/><br/><em>"Be it so known that the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and authority vested within them by the office of the Regent of the Dragonscale Throne, are calling for brave men and women to grant unto them the right of exploration and travel within the wilderness region known as the Fey Lands, to strive against any banditry or other unlawful behavior that may be encountered and punish the guilty with execution by sword or rope. Hopefuls shall make haste to the house of Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius and make their supplications there."</em>