Ronin Of Dreams
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ORIGINAL: Draysin Question, Ronin. Is the city of Bren big? How big? Is it a town send, or does it have spires and buildings that touch the sky? My sincere apologies for missing this last night, Draysin. I was buried under PMs both on the boards and over IRC during the entire launch last night. However, this calls for a small bit of flavor and fluff to answer! Bren itself is normally a modest township during the course of the year, but it has grown significantly over the past decades with an entire district of buildings which are operated only during the busy season surrounding the Championships themselves. For instance, that quaint little inn on the outskirts called the Bearded Goat, whose owner is up before dawn and works long into the night? Normally a farmer, but with the kids getting a hang of more responsibility, he and his spouse have left them to tend to the chores of the farm in order to earn some extra coin and hedge against a bad harvest. Other businesses are run by relatives of local Brenfolk, mixing the pleasure of a trip to see kin with honest labor and the simple joys of participating in the slice of life surrounding the Championships. Save for a few chapels in the small religious ward, no building in Bren is built beyond two stories in high. There is no need during the bulk of the year, and when tournament time arises no property owner has any real desire to block the sight of Bren's lifeblood: the arena complex itself. The city is in truth more a sprawl than a climb towards the heavens, and coin flows into Bren from both the complex and the influx of travelers. Even with a significant number of buildings and businesses being strictly seasonal, the town is marvelously well-kept as a point of pride. It is not unkind to say that Bren serves the Arena, and the Arena serves Bren. The sprawl is tailored and plotted for ease of access and travel to and from the complex itself, though in the chaos of the crowds is may never seem so easy during the busy season. Riches are to be made during tournament season, to be sure, but ultimately those who stay and live in the shadow of the arena complex are prideful folk of simple pleasures. Though the time may well come when the fervor and spectacle of the Championships fade once more, returning the competition to more of a spiritual pursuit, for now Bren enjoys its simple riches. Riches which fuel the expansion, and prevent the need for sprawling expanses of tents and palisades from all who come, making travels and daily life a touch easier for all.
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