The Costran countryside spread before you, a rolling expanse of verdant hills interspersed with clumps of trees, lakes, and small streams and creeks. The sky above is devoid of clouds, a sea of pure pale blue, streaked with the golden hues of the sun just starting to set. Birds chirp from the trees that line the well-trodden path, leading through a gap between two large hills, both of which are submitted by massive oak trees. The mansion rises into view as you approach, and it is a testament to wealth and well-earned status. It stands tall, and proud, a sentinel overlooking the Costran landscape in which it resides. It is made in a grand style, with well-manicured ornamental vines crawling up towards a balcony, supported by grand marble columns in the Greek temple style, it is 3 stories tall, with a tall, wide cupola surmounting it. On the side of the bronze-capped cupola, is a widow's walk. As you approach closer you see the mansion is surrounded by a stone wall, 5 feet high, with an elegant iron gate with the monarch's sigil forged into it. A wide paved path leads towards the porch and about an acre lies between the gate and the mansion. You are flanked by well-manicured gardens on both sides. There is a stream, crossed by a wide bridge of white stone, bisecting the path, cutting through the gardens and making a bend on the left side, disappearing from view. As you draw nearer you are startled by an earth-rocking boom that disturbs all the birds from their perches. Heading in the direction of the boom you find yourself in the back courtyard of the sprawling estate, a large plume of smoke drifts past you and you see a tall woman in an elaborate uniform, golden epaulets shining in the sun, standing beside a large cannon, lit linstock in hand. She laughs, placing her other hand on the handle of a gilded saber. She has long blonde hair pulled back in a bun and wears a chapeau with plumes fluttering in the breeze. She is a curvaceous woman, and her uniform fits her very snugly. Her steely gaze drifts to you "Yes?"