Prologue
The sun finally made its appearance and eliminated the long-cold darkness which dominated the Folkshire lands. The mornings were always busy as mothers and fathers set up trading posts and shops to extract money from the pockets of the foreign merchants and visitors in exchange of produce and kind. Lovers laced the Folkshire shores, roaming aimlessly and thinking about all the instances together, making promises that they would visit each year to new romantic place around the globe. The old people, much more experienced, jogged and strolled near the Green Meadows just beyond Adam's rocks, a mountain range which acted as a divider between the settlements and the main trading center. Dinesh, a man of Indian origin, was currently given the task of monitoring who enters the town carrying what. He was initially responsible for Mayor's security but soon withdrew from it. It was a full day task and Dinesh's family didn't comply with it. The Folkshire's security post had been vacant and demanded just six hour duty. Dinesh had a family to feed, working day and night would only make things worse. Dinesh was always dressed in a casual attire unlike other service personnel. Almost everybody knew him, from the poor to the barons. He was shrewd and knew the in and outs of the town, well, almost.
His way of working was different than most others, he used to yell whenever encountering suspicious luggage. The reason behind doing this was to attract the attention of people. Trading is fueled by competition. No one likes being cheated or consumed. Dinesh would indicate illegal packages to other people simply by yelling. The over enthusiastic young lads would do the rest of the work, kicking the imposter out of the gates. This was almost everyday for Dinesh and his fellow workers.
Due to a long exposure to sunlight, Dinesh's skin tone got greatly affected. It was dark-tanned, his moustache was considered to be his identity. Hardly anyone kept a beard in Folkshire. Dinesh's signature look was widely appreciated.
It was long long ago when Oliver's forefathers visited the Indian subcontinent for trade. Dinesh's grandfather escorted the young Mayor back to Folkshire. The Indian guards never returned back. They were told to make a living here. The guards were offered more payment than before and turning down this offer would only mean suicide for them as going back to their old native lands would be really costly. The Indians agreed to this situation and this marked a diplomatic friendship between the two lands.
The Mayor lived at the famous Mayor's Dwellings situated near the Meadows. The Dwellings consisted of three houses each dedicated to the first three brothers who once made trade with this town. The town, particularly the Mayor, honoured him immensely. Making royal mansions in their name was just a way to show it. Mayor's lifestyle was far more superior than even the richest of kings. The wealth which his forefathers had accumulated for him provided him with enough luxuries for his legacy to sustain.
Folkshire was a town filled with energy and vibrancy. The town, the people living in this town were both cunning and avid historians in their respective fields
