Morning...
A man sat working in his study.
He looked relatively young, in his early thirties.
He wore a casual robe, modest yet pleasant to look at. His dark brown hair was cut short, and a small mole marked the area under his lip.
He was Gareth Redwyre, head of the Baron Redwyre family—the rulers of the town of Torosvia.
As one of the easternmost towns in the region, Torosvia faced countless daily challenges.
Without careful management, life for its people would be difficult.
Still, its fate was better than that of Virella, a town on the far edge of the region near the Calvorn Forest.
Gareth opened report after report, reading their contents carefully.
As the head of a baronial family, his responsibilities were not as weighty as those of a viscount, count, marquis, or duke.
Even so, Torosvia had its own problems, some of which could give him quite a headache.
Just as he was immersing himself in his work, footsteps echoed outside his office door.
Knock!
