As the summer sun set for a final time across Edoniras, the people of this great continent begun the usual yearly tradition of preparing for the winter in the autumn. Hay, firewood and furs were all restocked as stocks of warming items were refilled. However during this dank and dreary time of year there was extreme excitement for one, lonely man sitting behind his desk. Spectacles sat on his noise at the lowest possible point, dangerously close to falling off however he did not care. What he had in his hands was worth a million times over the number of spectacles he had ever owned in his life. He drew in the last brush stroke and sat back looking down at the ordinary looking piece of paper that now adorned his desk. It was clean but by no means was the fanciest piece of paper there was around, the cartographers had been on hard time recently however this surely would see them back in the money and on the lips of every one again. Rolling up the scroll he sealed the scroll with a large blob of wax and using his ring pressed the sigil of the Cartographers into it before standing slowly. He would now make the short journey to the nearest capital to him to present this map to its ruler. Meanwhile all across Edoniras similar men were carrying out the same task in all the nations. A map of the New World was being delivered.
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