A few taps on his goblet and the crowd silences long enough to hear the kings words before the loud rapping of those gathered in the large hall continues. It is the Kings 30th birthday and he has rewarded each of the house's with gold and jewels. "The time has come my brethren" he boasts while spilling some wine onto the table "The time has come for us to reap the rewards of our duty's. The Farmlands produce more than enough crop to fill the storehouse's, the fishers and hunters gather plenty of meat to last through the next few winters. Trade with the Dwalebardians has never been better! Let us enjoy this night until the sun rises over the Dawning Sea."