Ximu Territory, council hall.
The fireplace was burning pine wood, emitting a light crackling sound, and the warm atmosphere dissipated the chill of the wilderness morning.
Galos, in the form of a black cat, lazily curled up on the cushion of a high-back chair, half-squinting his vertical pupils, his tail tip tapping lightly now and then.
"Thanks to the many regulations and laws you've established and strictly enforced, Ximu Territory is currently operating smoothly and orderly."
Opposite, Shire reported the overall situation of the territory: "Adventurers and large merchant groups are coming and going endlessly, and the number of intelligent creatures choosing to settle or reside here long-term is steadily increasing."
"Although deep-rooted discrimination, prejudice, and inevitable minor conflicts still exist between different races, all contradictions are currently within controlled ranges, and the overall situation is stable."
After summarizing these general conditions.
