By birthright, nobility is bestowed upon the elite clans of CryCor, shielded from the mines yet shackled by their daily obligations.

I summon Lords, Ladies, Bankers, and Merchants to converge upon their designated hamlets ere the ninth hour CST, to toil for a full span of eight hours each day.

The sovereigns, be they Kings or Queens, demand the coffers brimmed with due tributes, subject to the scrutiny of daily audits.

Should you absent yourself, relinquish your share of the day's levy to the more resolute Nobles.

- The Architect