The people of Grastagg stared in awe at the sky, unable to grasp the sight of the machine whirling overhead, it was no simple air balloon, but something greater, faster, and more meticulous. Farmers abandoned their tools and hurried toward it, while children paused their games, captivated with child-like wonder. Guards dashed from the city gates, and although the enormous, whirring contraption was quite the oddity, it showed no signs of hostility. One guard pulled out a spyglass to get a better look and noticed men in emerald green robes with copper masks waving down at them, signaling their friendliness. The machine gradually continued its path until it finally settled near a clock tower within the town of Stag-Point. Originally, some found it strange that someone from Oakhold chose to form land midway between Grastagg and Westwatch, but once shops sprang up and food was supplied, the townsfolk quickly lost their concern. The residents of Oakhold affectionately referred to the owner of Stag-Point as “The Cub,” but to anyone else, he was simply “Richard D Lion”. Citizens continued to stare in bewilderment as Richard assisted the robed figures in transporting supplies into the clock tower, with one of them removing his copper mask, revealing an aged man with lime green eyes who smiled and conversed with the young Lion before donning his mask again. He bowed to Richard before boarding the vessel he had arrived in, and just as swiftly as it had come, it departed once more. Guards rushed outside, swiftly moving into the town, but some halted, dropping their weapons while others took off their helmets to get a clearer view of what they were witnessing. Shops designed in Emeraldite style emitted steam from their sides, cogs spinning in place, and the clock tower overhead clicking occasionally. Citizens of diverse races and creeds spoke with one another, working with one another to advance the town at an impressive pace. One of the Grastagg guards turned to his companion and whispered, “W-was it like this last week?” The other guard began to reply but was abruptly interrupted by a booming voice emanating from the summit of the clock tower, resonating with the power of the storms. “Citizens of Grastagg and or Westwatch!” it announced, sounding youthful and graceful. “I hope that did not cause any worry! Please be assured that what you witnessed was simply the product of innovation and progress! Those who pilot such a magnificent machine are a blessing from our father! They provide us with numerous supplies!” The voice raised in volume, filled with optimism, “And if worries still persist! Just remember! Even in his slumber, the six great eyes of Planu watches over us all! He shines upon us! And with that, I say! That the Steppes shall shine! Forevermore!” The voice faded as the gentle ticking of machinery became the only sound, before applause erupted in the town…in that moment Stag-Point had been recognized, not just as a town, but something greater.