<strong>Rose Ironshield</strong><br/><br/>Rose stood and looked over the map, her mind following familiar paths. Prior to her summons to her fathers estate, she had realized her days as a smith and sell sword were quickly coming to an end. Warriors of her skill either wandered or took on commissions and led troops. She twisted the small ring of mithril, two flowers entwined, on her left ring finger as she mulled the problem over.<br/><br/>"We build the estate and region, gather force and alies, while looking for the shards." She said as she surveyed the map. "that won't be easy, too many have had time to get fat and lazy on the gains my father won them.  Old men fear to return to battle and the younger ones won't fight till the claws of our enemy are at their throats. They'll see too much advantage at letting the rivals fall before committing. Idiots. Not to mention the missing heir, I don't suppose you know where he or she is?"