The great city of Te Boreas, a city that has stood for a thousand years and should stand for a thousand more. The king had inherited a storied culture, but still it was one that had come with quite a few problems of it's own. The political landscape of Te Boreas was a mess with all of the power spread amongst all of the guild leaders and the kingdom itself.
For a kingdom or a king, sharing power was a problem. The king had no choice but to watch as the people kept getting exploited by both the craftsmen and the adventurer's guild. Not that he was any better than them but, at least he had a vested interest in seeing his Kingdom grow in any shape or form. But still the politics held sway, and without much power in his hands there was almost nothing the king could do to really put the guilds in their place.
