King Zethius took a leisurely stroll through his peaceful gardens at his own pace, and it was a slow, slow pace. Even as the scorching midday sun beat down, he found it necessary to take a walk, calm his nerves, and collect his thoughts on the matters that would soon come. For many months, the king and his advisors have met in one of the many cool, damp secret chambers beneath the Citadel of Splendour, to discuss the growing problems with the lawless merchants outside Kelmoor Hold. For too long the wily merchants of Verktus and Westgate have plundered their wares from the small independent towns, villages and farming villages scattered across the lush moors. Some traders forced farmers to sell their goods at very low prices through extortion or threats of poverty to their loved ones. When the goods finally reached Kelmoor Keep, the prices were outrageously high and barely affordable. To avoid a disaster of starving people and violent uprisings in his kingdom, King Zethius decided that he would purchase all goods imported into the city and sell them at a fair market price to everyone within the kingdom, regardless of loss. “Accarron,” the king called his seneschal. "Convene my war council at once, I have made my decision." He took a moment to look at the garden. How small he thought, a few flower beds filled with red, white and blue flowers surrounding a small pond filled with blue and pink lily flowers. "As you wish, my king," he replied bowing his head and then ran away. The administrator entered the building, stopping as soon as he crossed the door and leaned against the wall, letting out a loud sigh of relief for the unusually hot and humid summer day. Wiping sweat from a bow, he continued to think about how great the spell of the cool breeze was. Short but… half the paper… yes,” the steward replied calmly, “I have been to every one of those ramshackle places myself. Therefore, I know that the information is correct and reliable." He ran a hand through his short, curly brown hair. "I believe this is what you are looking for," he began to spread out the schedule sheets on the table for him to look over. "I divided the lands into sections. I have six of these sections; each section has a cover that tells you what the city or town has..."Enough, I understand your system of organization. Now get out of the way so I can read them," he muttered, motioning the perfectionist away from the table. Accarron obeyed immediately and without question. The general looked at the papers scattered on the table and saw that they were in code. “You have to read them, since I have no idea what they say.” He sat at the table and listened.