<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center">Be it so known that the bearer of this charter has been charged<br/>by the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and<br/>authority vested within them by the office of the Regent of the<br/>Dragonscale Throne, has granted the right of exploration and travel<br/>within the wilderness region known as the Greenbelt. Exploration<br/>should be limited to an area no further than thirty-six miles east and<br/>west and sixty miles south of Lawrence’s Trading Post. The carrier of<br/>this charter should also strive against banditry and other unlawful<br/>behavior to be encountered. The punishment for unrepentant banditry<br/>remains, as always, execution by sword or rope. So witnessed on this<br/>24th day of Calistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov<br/>and authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of<br/>the Dragonscale Throne.</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Oleg's Trading Post: the last bastion of civilization before the wild stretches of the Stolen Lands. The riotous River Kingdoms lie many long leagues to the south. More closer and relevant is the Greenbelt, a strip of land which is reckoned to begin the moment one steps foot south of Oleg's. It can be divided into roughly two halves: the strangely warm forests of the Narlmarches in the west and the rolling hills of the Kamelands in the east. The charters borne by a chosen few are not public knowledge, but even then there are official reasons for them to be granted. The Narlmarches have long been an academic curiosity with warm weather more suited for a tropical jungle than Brevoy, but the tendency of the jungle to swallow up explorers never to be seen again has dampened research into this phenomenon, at least until now. The Kamelands host a much more mundane reason: bandits based from hideouts in these hills have made themselves too annoying a thorn to be ignored any longer. Or at least, that's how the official story goes.<br/><br/>It is the last day of Calistril and the blizzards of winter are widely thought to be safely past by now. It promises to be a warm year with an early spring thaw. There is still a thin layer of frost on the grass and you can still see your own breath, but the sky is clear, the sun is bright, and the winds are calm. From Oleg's, the northernmost reaches of the Narlmarches can be seen to the southwest, while the hills of the Kamelands form the southeastern horizon.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Oleg's Trading Post</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/ZYd4by4.jpg)<br/>The trading post itself is a fort abandoned long ago now converted and rebuilt by one Lawrence Oleg and his wife Horo. Atop a foundation of ancient stone, it has a wooden palisade with a square wooden watchtower on each corner. A wooden gate is set in the southern palisade as the only way in or out short of scaling the walls. Inside the trading post, the market yard is ringed by several buildings and a cooking fire. There is a guest house, a stable where Lawrence's horse is kept, a roofed storage pen, and a squat but sturdy building that contains a variety of rooms used as offices, stockrooms, and personal living quarters.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lawrence and Horo Oleg</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/aSg17HC.png)<br/><br/>Lawrence Oleg, the builder of Oleg's Trading Post, is a middle-aged man with graying hair. He is known to have moved to this remote location precisely because it is so far removed from Restov and its urban bustle.<br/><br/>Horo Oleg is Lawrence's kitsune wife. She is known to look much younger than her husband, but whether this reflects her real age or is simply a kitsune illusion (or even simply natural for her race), no one really knows. She has a prominent pair of auburn-coloured fox ears peeking up from her similarly coloured hair.<br/><br/>Currently, Lawrence has just finished fixing up a leak on the roof of the guest house, and is bringing his tools back down from the roof via the ladder that he was placed against the wall of the guest house. Horo is cooking up a mouth-watering stew in a large cauldron over the outdoors cooking fire, humming a cheerful tune as she stirs it with a long ladle.<br/></div></div><br/>It is nearing noon when the charter bearers arrive at Oleg's...