LexBurg, Capital of Numburg. 

A man sat gazing absently at a new contract sent to him by his administration.

The man was an older fellow nearing his 50's. His hair beginning to gray. The tall man coughed and wheezed several times. Although it was not entirely apartment he was rather sick, his skin an unnatural pale. His hair jet black. A pair of spectacles adorned his face. A loose and rumpled military jacket clung to the man.

The door flew open as a small courier hurried inside. Lord Markus Finch looked up from his work a frown forming in his face. His mustache twitched as he addressed the young man "What is it?" Finch asked with a hint of annoyance in his tone. The courier passed a few crumpled papers on the messy desk. "A message from the Emperor Gabriel of the Lance Empire Herr Finch."

Finch picked up the crumpled papers, om it was a crudely drawn map of something that had only existed in children's stories. Another body of land. A smile formed on the lips of the sickly man. Along with the map was a letter detailing an offer from the Lance Empire. Finch looked up. "You courier, send for my Administration immediately, I want the fleet assembled immediately. A new business venture is rising for the people of Numburg."