Meeting their expectant gazes, Kishur clenched his fist and spoke confidently, "Then we tax all the vendors. We’ll tear down the slums and move everyone into our hotel. They’ll thank us for letting them stay somewhere so grand, not in those crumbling New Alliance shacks. And we’ll have even more money to fund bigger projects, like expanding the wall all the way to the overpass! Anyone coming down from the bridge will walk straight into the heart of our settlement, the most prosperous center of all!"1

"I heard it’s not even that hard technically. We built that giant wall before and we can build something even bigger now!" Kishur narrowed his eyes and looked out toward his future kingdom.3

The line of stalls and crowds stretched as far as the eye could see, from the gates of Boulder Town all the way to the overpass behind the Wind from Afar Hotel.0

Though the liveliness couldn’t compare to the inner city, it was still winter after all.0

If he remembered correctly, there were usually far fewer people trading during that season. Clearly, Boulder Town had grown significantly over the five years he was away.1

It seemed like...0