Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-26103034-20160207155035

(Wait, so we start with just the city, and not the surrounding land?)

"Father, please. These people are desperate and I will not see them starve outside my own city," begged Jawan, staring at his father, the Lord Emron Hawker.

"Your city? You forget who is in charge, boy, and I will not spend valauble resources baby-sitting beggars and loungers," spat Emron, looking down at his son in disgust.

"They don't deserve what they get, Father."

"Leave my prescence, now."

Jawan knew when the battle was lost. He stood up, and walked out the room, hand on his sword, as always when he was angry. Left alone in the room, his father rested his head on his hands. He hated to argue with his own son, but the boy was so ignorant of how to run a city. He dreaded to think what would happen when Jawan became ruler. He tapped the bell next to his chair, and within moments a serving boy had come running in.

"What's the situation with the nearby villages?" demanded the Lord.