Jannisport. The Jewel of the Avillian Coast, a narrow strip of Greenery between the Western Sea and the Akari Desert. A place where all kinds of people mix. Gruff Dwarves rub shoulders with gleeful Halflings, Elves with Goblins. A place where anyone can be welcome, if they have the coin or the talent. It is ruled over by a counsel of all the races who have citizens in the town. Each species has a vote in proportion to its size. However, most whisper that the closest thing that Jannisport has to a ruler is Commander Irk, a Half Giant who leads the City Guard. This force does its best to keep order. However, Jannisport has a general rule. If you walk around unprepared, you deserve what happens to you.<br/><br/>Ruby stands at the Docks. The Swift Lady, the Ship that had brought her here stood behind her, the Captain directing the unloading of the Cargo. She had received an invitation from Duke Argos Vander, an Elf, a powerful member of the Council, and one of the richest men on the continent. He controlled the trade coming from the Akari Desert. A Hellish Place, but the natives produced amazing fabrics, the wonder of the world. And the only person they traded with was Vander. He’d requested the presence of Ruby, claiming that he had a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. But her first task appeared to be dealing with the fellow approaching her. Wearing the Uniform of the Guard, he looked the type to be much more apt to carry a Pen then a Sword.