A three masted Velian tradeship from the west encroaches upon the colony of Aquium. It makes port, lingers for roughly three days and then makes its way back out to sea, departing in the distant mists. It’d leave behind many family documents, letters, several empty crates and most importantly, a missive from Velia which would read as follows: Sons of Velia, we hope Aequium goes well. We have read of this Terra Pravum and hope that you’ve not forgotten your true purpose in these distant lands. The peoples of Velia have needs we must ask of you. Firstly, the mouths to be fed are many. We ask of you enough grain to feed the garrison for six months time. The details of which, we will leave within the crates for this. Second, we request a dozen of these foreign horses. We wish to see what this land provides in the way of sport and utility. Third, an exotic beast for the arena. The land is ripe with all manner of beast, surely you can manage to outsmart one or two of them. Finally, The sons of Mechinum have made a rather foolish move in the most recent forum. There are but a dozen of these men left, to evade the bulk of details. We shall present to you an issue and you are expected to develop an answer, the means of production and no less than three working examples. For this, we will provide set resources in which you may trade with the locals to fund the endeavors. Do not disappoint. The extras: These are simply passive ambient events that have occured in Velia. Red Dye continues to be cheap and easy to produce but green dyes have begun to see a decline in cost of production. Much of the lower-class fashion has shifted to reflect this. War on the northern front continues! The peoples of Nauris see staggering losses with each conflict but do not yield. Much of the fighting has shifted to open fields and casualties are mounting. Chain as fashion? Men of elevated status have begun to wear chain tunics alongside their daily garb. Rumors suggest petty family disputes have brought about this strange trend.