Waving silver gray standard bearing the sea-serpent sigil marks the first sight of Naju. Harvested fields stretching beyond eyesight towards the faint silhouettes of blue gray hills were grants from the first emperor of Goryeo in the memory of a woman whose kindness had thrived him during the long battle leading to unification of three kingdoms. But in the years since, none of the said woman's softness had been exhibited by her successors. The Ohs, despite their internal power struggles and gray moralities had somehow managed to stand on the right side of the battles since and managed to expand their power over estates of fallen clans.
Seo tells her of the story in a tone laced with typical Kang bitterness towards their neighboring clan. The harvested fields are covered in frost and gray in the wintery sun. Seo surveys them with a chagrined look, his eyes linger on the bare – footed workmen, hefting last remints off the frozen ground.
