[center][h1][color=330066]Mitrongi[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]The Capital of The People's Conglomerate[/center]


Despite being a nation of the people, Mitrongi is beautiful. The primary color of the keep is a gleaming white, trimmed with gold and offset by black furnishings. The building and streets are well-kept, with clean water running in the gutters and fresh scents on the air. The populace moves about with an aura of safety. This aura is kept by patrolling squads of Enforcement, Mitrongi's elite guard corps. The city is divided up into four districts, the Hearth district, the Enforcement district, the Market district, and the Garden district. 

The Hearth district is where the vast majority of the city's population lives, in low buildings made of white stone. The Enforcement district is home to Enforcement's headquarters as well as the plaza where the annual Celebration Day is held. The Market district is, as the name would imply, home to the city's merchants and its large marketplace. The Garden district holds Mitrongi's rose gardens, as well as a number of parks and beautiful, exotic plants.
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The group that has come for the job offered by Gladios Magnus stands before a massive double door, guarded by two halberd-wielding men.
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The two men guarding the door are not Enforcement guards, but rather part of the Conglomerate's national military.

There is evidently some business going on inside the throne room, with a group of merchants standing before the throne, blocking the party's view of Gladios. They are speaking heatedly to the Duke, gesturing broadly with their hands and figures as they settle whatever business they have. This goes on for some time before one of the guards looks into the throne room, and then back at the party, motioning them through as the guards uncross their halberds to grant them access.

As the party approaches, they can begin to hear one of the merchants speaking.
[color=336600]"...is outrageous! It's as if you expect us to merely roll over and--!"[/color]

The merchant is cut short as a heavy slam sounds across the room, the Duke having slammed his fist upon the arm rest of his seat.
[color=663399]"Enough! There will be no more discussion. While you may be foreigners, you knew of this nation's tax before you brought your business here. There will be no tax relief. The everyday citizens pay their tax without complaint, as will you. This is the end of this discussion."[/color]

[color=336600]"...Very well."[/color]
The merchant and his colleagues turn and leave in a puff of petticoats and upturned, offended noses.

As they move out of the way, they clear the path for the party, allowing them to see Gladios.

He is a tall man, standing at just over six and a half feet. He looks down at them from the raised throne with eyes that shine an unusual, electric blue. He has no guards nearby, but this is likely of little matter. Instead of a frock or some elaborate wardrobe, Gladios wears heavy armor made of a gleaming white metal. The design is unlike anything anyone has seen, with strange, overlapping designs and bulky plates in odd places. He wears no helmet, his silvery hair falling down around his sharp features. His expression is welcoming, if not exactly warm.

[color=663399]"Welcome to Mitrongi, adventurers. I apologize you had to wait. Some people believe that they are due more than they deserve. But, I digress. It is good to see that there are those out there willing to rise to a calling. So, who do I have before me? Introduce yourselves."[/color]