Jhod nodded at Priam's words, unlike Guy he seemed to be taking them seriously. "Your motivations are more aligned with Erastil's teachings than you realize. To clear the land of wilderness and lawlessness, to allow good folk to settle and live honestly off the land, is to spread Erastil's blessings across the world. Besides, in ten years or so when you feel the need to move on to the next stage in life, you'll have a perfect place to settle down and start a family," he preached.<br/><br/>It took a while, being last in line, but eventually they made their way to the front, where a tableful of clerks were busy filling in paperwork and spared hardly a glance at the three would-be adventurers. "Names," they monotoned, and filled in the blank spaces on the charter. It read mostly like the speech they had heard in the market earlier in the morning but with a few key differences.<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, have granted unto <span class="bbc_u">Priam, Guy, and Jhod Kavken</span> the right of exploration and travel within the specified area of the wilderness region known as the Fey Lands: <span class="bbc_u">the Greenbelt, which extends south from Oleg's Trading Post on the South Rostland Road to the shores of Tuskwater Lake</span>; to strive against any banditry or other unlawful behavior that may be encountered and punish the guilty with execution by sword or rope.</em><br/><br/>The Lord Mayor himself spared a few minutes of his precious time to speak with them, excusing himself soon after as he realized they were nobodies with only ambition but neither wealth nor power. "We can't put everything into the charter, but understand that there will be pioneers arriving soon to clear and settle the land. You're expected to remove all threats man and wild alike so the farmers can work the land in peace. And if you succeed, there'll be a new fiefdom in need of a baron to lead it - and what better choice than a local hero, if you know what I mean?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>A few days later...</em><br/><br/>Their first destination, Oleg's Trading Post, lay on the South Rostland Road a hundred miles west of Restov, requiring a few days travel. The road was sparsely travelled with only the occasional hunter-trapper or merchant crossing their path. A few days in, the group came across a cart broken down on the road, tilting on its side with one wheel fallen off the axle. Vainly trying to repair it and at a loss was a lady who would normally look quite striking were she not about ready to tear her hair out from exasparation, while the horse pulling the cart munched contently on roadside grass and enjoyed its break. Seeing their approach she called out to them, "Good day strangers, can I trouble you for a little bit of aid...?"<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/cfBwDCZ.jpg)