Lyan approached the gates of Arkansas, his horse's steps steady and purposeful. The city stretched out before him, its stone walls and bustling streets evoking a strange sense of nostalgia despite his relatively recent arrival. The irony of feeling such attachment to a place he'd only known for a short time did not escape him. Arkansas had been a city on the brink, teetering under the pressure of corrupt nobles and internal strife. Now, thanks in part to his efforts, it stood revitalized and strong, a beacon of hope in a land that had seen too much darkness.