The city of Lumina is a proud accomplishment of the human race. It is a capitol city tucked away in a fertile valley midst the Dentun Mountains and is highly renowned for it's textiles and faithful clerics. The northernmost part of the city is devoted entirely to industry, processing coal, dyes, wool, and cotton for the most part. Massive mills are set up in these areas where the majority of the lower class works and lives. The closer you get to the city's center, the more beautiful it gets. This is where nobility convenes and is just right outside of the castle. Residents in this area are usually wealthy merchants, as nobility held land on the southern and western side of the city. The eastern portion of the city is devoted solely to markets and shops. These are the general areas around the city with residents peppered throughout, low class usually only able to afford living in the industrial area. The Queen's Guard, a group of elite knights devoted to protecting the life of the young Priestess Queen Glarriva, and the Queen's court are throwing a ceremony for Maxim Aodolan's new position as a Paladin serving Heshina. In just an hour's time, Maxim Aodolan will don his new armor, grasp his new sword, and create even bigger shoes for the younger Aodolan brothers to fill. Maxim never did any wrong, especially in the eyes of Lars Aodolan, the patriarch of the Aodolan household. Lars had nothing but a sense of pride for his eldest child, and that was about all the feeling he could ever muster towards his family. Maxim was second to none. The day seemed to drag on for the rest of the city not participating in the ceremony. Lynden might have even felt this dreadful drag as time ticked slowly towards yet another occasion where Maxim received glory and praise. But now he even had a chance to sit at the Queen's banquet table, probably only a few seats away from her. It was a great honor bestowed upon not many a man except those who's deeds outshine all others. Not unlike the younger Lynden, and most men in the city, Maxim fancied the fair, unwed Queen Glarriva. A knock sounded from Lynden's door. It was his mother. "Lynden, dear, we have little time before we ought to depart. Please hurry as it is uncouth to be tardy." Her soft voice was always so sad, no matter the occasion. Her son was being deemed a Paladin, a crusader for all that is good, and yet her voice was underlined with blue tones of loneliness. It wouldn't be hard to tell why this woman felt lonely after seeing how her family all serve as knights most of the year and are out performing duties for the state. In most cases, it seems that her husband actually prefers to serve the state rather than his family. The only one who ever seemed to get attention from the distant man was Maxim due to his quick advancement through knighthood. If Lynden looked out of his window across the hefty bit of land held by his father, he would see that the sun nearing the edge of the mountains and darkness would fall soon, signaling the beginning of this evening's ceremony. His mother's calling must have meant that his two brothers were already prepared to depart, and of course his father and eldest brother have long since left the homestead to prepare for the ceremony. "Come on, punk! I'm starving!" Neil, Lynden's second eldest brother, yelled at his door before gathering downstairs with his mother. Laid out before Lynden was a ceremonial outfit that all squires must wear to these formal occasions, if they were lucky enough to actually be invited. This was one of those rare occasions, and Lynden would most likely be the only squire in attendance tonight since he was family of the up and coming Paladin.Once Lynden became a knight, however, things would be different...but now is not the time for dreaming. There is a banquet to attend!