(( Given that most of the cast have enjoyed the first night of the roleplay, I'm fast forwarding to dawn. Feel free to pick up the story with your characters waking up or going about their morning duties. ))

The cockerel sang its crooked melody, waking those in bed, and disturbing those already working. As the feathered creature silenced itself, the Governor General exited his home, looking out upon the green and brown land that New Bayheath had been built upon. Taking in a deep breath, the Governor General made his way towards The Circle, his guards tailing him all the way. As he passed members of the colony, they greeted him with genial smiles and raised brows, always at pleasure to say 'hello'. "They are a good lot, these men" remarked the Governor to one of his guards, who only grunted in agreement as he finally approached the circular stage at the centre of the colony. As he stood, a guard took out a wide copper bell, ringing it loudly by flailing his arm. As the crowd gathered, the Governor was unsure as to whether he ought to tell them of what the scout had spotted last night. On one hand, it might be a useful piece to rally his men into action, while conversely, it could strike fear into their hearts. The colony had not yet gathered, and so the Governor was given some time to make up his mind as the bell continued to ring.