[h1][center][b]Martin Caldwell, Lord of the Circle.[/b][/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Western Farms, Caldwell Plantation.[/center][/h2]

	Night had come quicker than expected to the land Martin now walked, the sun setting in the glorious west as shadow and starlight began to creep quickly over the fields and acres he now owned. It had been simple enough to buy the land, a small fortune to claim perhaps the largest few patches of land within the northern section of the western farmlands, but a pittance compared to what it might have cost in a more civilized nation. As when he was a child, Martin now found himself a landed gentleman with plenty of locals willing to till the fields and bring in whatever harvest the land could provide. What's more, he now had apprentices and acolytes to defend his holdings, rather than simple overseers. 

	Since their arrival to that heathen land, they had begun their work oh so dutifully. Erecting altars, preparing ritual spaces, and setting up bounded fields to ward against those who might seek to stick their nose where it didn't belong. The many farm houses they now possessed would serve them well as outposts and ritual sites from which to conduct their true work. He sat now upon a simple chair overlooking his newly gained property, a glass of tea in hand and a trusted attendant by his side. It was a familiar enough scene for him, regardless of the new land.

	Yet there was a stranger in all this, the spirit he had summoned to represent himself and the O.S.C. in the coming conflict. In truth he had expected something more... mythical when he performed the ritual. A great barbarian hero, or perhaps a chivalrous knight to fight for his cause. Rather than either of those, he was met with a young woman, lovely and seemingly fragile as a rose. In truth though it mattered little, and he would play the hand he'd been dealt. They had introduced themselves, as was proper, and the sorcerer invited her out to enjoy the night air with him. 

	"My dear, we find ourselves in quite the precarious position. Between the families, their allies, and all manner of other lesser organizations and independent agents, this is certain to be quite an eventful affair. As such, caution is our best approach in the early stages and what I require of you is a trustworthy set of eyes and ears. After all, one must know their enemy in order to defeat them. I would have you scour the city for other masters, and the locations of their workshops. Do not engage anyone, and if you are discovered do not lead them back to us. That said I am more than confident in your skills, I'm certain you won't disappoint me."