<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XhrRSAH.png)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Oleg and Svetlana</span></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Be it so known that the bearer of this charter has been charged by the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and authority vested within them by the office of the Regent of the Dragonscale Throne, has granted the right of exploration and travel within the wilderness region known as the Greenbelt. Exploration should be limited to an area no further than thirty-six miles sourtheast and northwest, and sixty miles southwest of Oleg’s Trading Post. The carrier of this charter should also strive against banditry and other unlawful behavior to be encountered. The punishment for unrepentant banditry remains, as always, execution by sword or rope. So witnessed on this 24th day of Calistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.</em></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Bearing this charter from the Lord Mayor of Restov granting license to explore and map the section of the Stolen Lands known as the Greenbelt, Jean and company arrived at a small, remote trading post at the southwestern edge of rural Rostland. Each of them had answered a call from the city of Restov to aid in exploring and mapping the Stolen Lands for future colonization and settlement.<br/><br/>Oleg’s Trading Post was located at the southwestern edge of Rostland, the southern province of Brevoy. To the west, the tangled woodlands of the Narlmarches loomed only a few miles away, while to the south the plains soon gave way to the rugged hills of the Kamelands. Owned and operated by a stern and somewhat unimaginative man named Oleg Leveton and his wife Svetlana, the trading post's remote location and inconvenient distance from a major river had evidently prevented it from realizing significant financial success, judging by its frugal construction and lack of other visitors. The eponymous trading post was surrounded by a wooden palisade 10 feet high with watchtowers in each corner, with a wide wooden gate for entrance.<br/><br/>The explorers' arrival had evidently been expected, as Svetlana was tending to a hearty stew that was simmering in a cauldron in the middle of the market yard. Oleg climbed down from a leaky roof that be had been repairing to greet them, still sweaty and gruff.<strong>"About time Restov sent some help. You here to take care of the bandit problem?"</strong>