Rekana was bored. He wished his stunt had worked better. He wanted the city, and he wanted it now. Rekana was never one for patience, and he decideed the only way to make something happen is to do it yourself. He sat in his chair at the inn, drawing up a complicated schematic on parchment.
(I need a map to continue)
A brilliant plan! He should take the city in weeks. All he needed was a dedicated crew to help him. Rekana decided to sleep on that thought, and retreated to his stateroom. He sometimes thought he lived too grand, what with the pillars of marble scattered throughout his bedroom, but he retracted that thought in favor of the fact that he fought for it. It was for this reason that Rekana did not worry about the citizenry choosing a foreign aristocrat from the highest tier of society. Reckon had made up his mind on where he would rally: The Arena at ____
Thoughts of upheaval raced in his mind. He would lead them into the golden age! He would reign supreme.