Anne spent the morning walking through Minoc and meeting with the various citizens and shopkeepers. She had already met the day before with former Governor Nyre Lars and knew that the coffers and city records were in excellent order. She had reviewed the list of governors from the other cities that she would be meeting with at the King’s council meeting. She was excited to think that she might be able to add some value to their group, while learning from the others too.
Anne had been surprised to hear of a new governor in Moonglow by the name of Magnus Den Goode. Several years ago, Anne had travelled far to the North and had run across a village where the people referred to themselves by the strange name of Vikings. One of the leaders of the village was named Magnus Den Goode. Surely there couldn’t be two such people and the description certainly fit. It was a very strange choice for a city of mages. She shrugged to herself, there would be time to think about this later and investigate further. Today was time to look over the city and see for herself how the people were holding up as well as address any immediate needs. Anne knew the toll the constant invasions were taking on the citizens and wanted to assure them that she and her sisters, Jessica Nichole and Yip Yip, would stand beside them.
Thinking of her sisters, Anne had to suppress a grin. Her mother had been nothing if not unpredictable and, while Anne and Jessica had been given mostly normal names, Yip was constantly aggrieved by the moniker her mother had seen fit to bestow on her. Yip continually grumbled that no one would take a warrior serious with a name that was the same as a sound a puppy made when excited! Because of this, to Yip’s way of thinking, unfortunate name, Yip spent many hours training to become one of the best warriors in Sosaria. Anne and Jessica meanwhile spent many hours bandaging up the wounds from the “enthusiastic” training, usually against something much larger and meaner than Yip. Although, Anne had to admit chuckling, there wasn’t much that was meaner than Yip.
As she walked through town and talked with everyone, listening to their stories and requests, Anne heard one name repeated by almost every person. Kevin, the local butcher, left his shop each time an invasion poured in and fought tirelessly until the day was won. Afterwards, he’d spend time bandaging his wounds and shoring up his shop as well as he could so that he could open to make sure the citizens were provided with meat for their daily meals. Anne had stopped at Kevin’s shop to speak with him but was told he was outside the city currently meeting with some farmers and picking up supplies. Anne made a note to make sure to find and meet Kevin later. She would definitely see what she could do to help him. He was a true symbol of Minoc and its people’s resilience and fortitude. Now, however, there was one more stop to make and Anne set off to the west side of the city.
Anne took a deep breath and slowly opened the door and stepped inside the small building. She looked around with wide eyes and surreptitiously pinched herself. The desk with its broad backed chair and spotless, clear surface stood across the room, quietly inviting her to move closer. The gleaming bookcases seemed to be waiting for her to fill them with her favorite books and papers. The office had recently been cleaned and everything sparkled in light of the early afternoon seeming to hold its breath waiting on Anne to take the next step.
Anne reverently walked over to the desk and slowly lowered herself into the chair. An immediate sense of rightness overtook her as the chair welcomed her by name, “Welcome back, Governor Anne Nomilly.” Pulling a picture from the pocket of her dress, Anne rubbed the dear, familiar face and whispered, “I promised you I’d make you proud and I promise I will.” Rubbing away a lone tear, Anne sat up straight in the chair, pulled open a desk drawer removing paper, a pen and ink, and began to make notes.
Anne had been surprised to hear of a new governor in Moonglow by the name of Magnus Den Goode. Several years ago, Anne had travelled far to the North and had run across a village where the people referred to themselves by the strange name of Vikings. One of the leaders of the village was named Magnus Den Goode. Surely there couldn’t be two such people and the description certainly fit. It was a very strange choice for a city of mages. She shrugged to herself, there would be time to think about this later and investigate further. Today was time to look over the city and see for herself how the people were holding up as well as address any immediate needs. Anne knew the toll the constant invasions were taking on the citizens and wanted to assure them that she and her sisters, Jessica Nichole and Yip Yip, would stand beside them.
Thinking of her sisters, Anne had to suppress a grin. Her mother had been nothing if not unpredictable and, while Anne and Jessica had been given mostly normal names, Yip was constantly aggrieved by the moniker her mother had seen fit to bestow on her. Yip continually grumbled that no one would take a warrior serious with a name that was the same as a sound a puppy made when excited! Because of this, to Yip’s way of thinking, unfortunate name, Yip spent many hours training to become one of the best warriors in Sosaria. Anne and Jessica meanwhile spent many hours bandaging up the wounds from the “enthusiastic” training, usually against something much larger and meaner than Yip. Although, Anne had to admit chuckling, there wasn’t much that was meaner than Yip.
As she walked through town and talked with everyone, listening to their stories and requests, Anne heard one name repeated by almost every person. Kevin, the local butcher, left his shop each time an invasion poured in and fought tirelessly until the day was won. Afterwards, he’d spend time bandaging his wounds and shoring up his shop as well as he could so that he could open to make sure the citizens were provided with meat for their daily meals. Anne had stopped at Kevin’s shop to speak with him but was told he was outside the city currently meeting with some farmers and picking up supplies. Anne made a note to make sure to find and meet Kevin later. She would definitely see what she could do to help him. He was a true symbol of Minoc and its people’s resilience and fortitude. Now, however, there was one more stop to make and Anne set off to the west side of the city.
Anne took a deep breath and slowly opened the door and stepped inside the small building. She looked around with wide eyes and surreptitiously pinched herself. The desk with its broad backed chair and spotless, clear surface stood across the room, quietly inviting her to move closer. The gleaming bookcases seemed to be waiting for her to fill them with her favorite books and papers. The office had recently been cleaned and everything sparkled in light of the early afternoon seeming to hold its breath waiting on Anne to take the next step.
Anne reverently walked over to the desk and slowly lowered herself into the chair. An immediate sense of rightness overtook her as the chair welcomed her by name, “Welcome back, Governor Anne Nomilly.” Pulling a picture from the pocket of her dress, Anne rubbed the dear, familiar face and whispered, “I promised you I’d make you proud and I promise I will.” Rubbing away a lone tear, Anne sat up straight in the chair, pulled open a desk drawer removing paper, a pen and ink, and began to make notes.