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 east and west and sixty miles south 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.
Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius shifts in his high backed chair and the creaking of the old chair snaps you out of your daze. You look up from this charter and suddenly you realize to where you are.
You are sitting in the Citadel, the home of Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius. You are currently sitting before the Lord Mayor as he has just told you that you will be sent to explore an expanse of land known as the Greenbelt, and handed you the charter allowing you to do this. In the name of the Regent of the Dragonscale Throne, Lord Noleski Surtova, of course. Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius is a Taldan man in his mid to late 50’s. His well kept raven-black hair is streaked with the gray of old age and the stress of ruling.
You look besides you and see another, the person that was told to wait along side you while the Lord Mayor was readying himself. You didn’t think until now that it would be important to speak to one another. “Surely what the Lord Mayor wants to meet about doesn’t involve him.” you thought incorrectly.
Clearing his throat; “What do you two say to this great honor? This privilege of exploring the greenbelt?”