Mat hadn't expected to be pulled from the city for so long. Business demanded his presence and it was one mistress he had to obey. Money had to keep flowing or everything he'd been working for would go to rot.
He could feel the difference in the city the moment he crossed the limits. It was quiet. Not an easy quiet if some rumors that reached his ears
were true. The life and liveliness had dropped to a mere whisper. Those supposedly responsible for the city uncaring. Clearly having abandoned their duties. Why bother even running for office?
A stroll through the marketplace proved there were still pockets of life still hanging on. Shops that were back into full swing after the winter fire. Peddlers and food stalls hawking wares and delicacies from near and far.
Some might see it as a dying city. Mat saw possibilities. He saw opportunity for regrowth and change.
A colorful poster
caught his eye. RhyDin Revival Project
? He'd never heard of the group before. His lone eye narrowed as it scanned the advertisement.
There was a benefit to such things. Frivolous events that made the people fat and happy.
He tore the page from the bulletin board where it was posted. There were others papering the surface between advertisements for local shops. The half-orc continued on his stroll.
It was time to get back on track.