The words still ring in your ears as sharply as if they had just been said.
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 Talistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov
and authority grannted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the
Dragonscale Throne.
You and your companions have been given an important task. One that will help shape not only you but the nation. The city clerk that hands you a copy of your charter also hands you a small bag with 10 gold crowns inside. The older balding gentleman behind the desk says in a monotone bored voice.
The money is to buy and supplies you may need either before or during your task. There is a delivery cart leaving from the warehouse district tomorrow at sunrise and is headed to a Trading post out on the border.
The older gentleman clears his throat and sorts a few papers then looks back up.
Do you have any questions? If not I suggest you gather your things and head on your way I have other business to attend to.