Galloping through the plains, Anselm and I patiently listen to Juri's tale. I'm sure the man has taken my warning to heart, especially with Anselm not cutting me down.
He picks off where he left off as soon as I give him the say so, "Yes of course." He mutters.
"The Mayor, Trever, he saw potential in the village to the North, and though their ranks maybe the same, he reigned over a much more lucrative city and they were a simple village numbering barely up to five hundred people, including those that came and went."
"He saw what many in his station saw over others lower than he, he saw land, people, and resources that would be 'of better use' with him. But several things kept him from ceasing the small, budding town, unlike you, he could not simply stride in and demand combat and demand rulership, the Marquess would not have it."