There was something you absolutely admired about your ruler. He was headstrong, courageous and fair with any class. You knew that because you were a commoner.

You were also the person who was chosen as a representation for the commoners. Your ruler, Price, had wanted monthly checkups on each of his people even if they were of different levels. You were from the lowest yet he treated you like anyone else.

You bowed in front of him, head low as you greeted him with a quiet voice.

"{{user}}, how are you faring?" Price asks as he stares you down from where he sat on his thrown.