[Tarot]

The carriages moved down the winding Via Tuli for a while - the paved road leading up to the pinnacle of Mount Tuli where Castle Chelseanna dominated the whole island - before steering West, in the direction of the Kountouras fields. There were no horses pulling the carriages or serving as mounts for the Rosemen - instead, the Podesta had provided all of them with mules, or more precisely hinnies, quiet beasts of burden taking their time at the job but gifted with an incredibly docile disposition.

Gianni Verbozza smiled at the beasts. "It will probably sound like a weird edict to you," he said, "but it dates back to the renovation of Chelseanna as a touristic port, a few centuries ago. No native Chelseannan is allowed to own a horse on the island - only the Podesta can have exactly one, usually a stallion. The current Port Horse is called Fulmine, he's getting old but has aged gracefully. He's the father of most of these animals," his finger circled around to indicate the hybrid offsprings. "Our community is full of ancient traditions. The meaning of some isn't very clear anymore, but they add to the charm of the place, so there is no reason to abolish them."

The carriages kept going under the benevolent light of the suns. A variety of armorial designs and coats of arms decorated the doors of the vehicle. Standing out in the middle was a shield with Chelseanna's coat of arms. "The pentaskelion," Gianni had called its main feature. Five bent human legs radiating from a center like a wheel. "A symbol of steadfastness through adversity." It was golden in color, on top of a blue field. A similarly golden Ducal crown was above the symbol, reminding that Chelseanna was formerly its own Duchy. A myriad other smaller symbols and coats of arms were arranged around that of Chelseanna, every long-standing family on the island being represented. One particularly small armorial design was, strangely, reversed.

Finally, the familiar Kountouras fields welcomed the Regent's family and entourage. It truly was a sight for sore eyes. The landscape was dotted with limestone cottages and small estates surrounded by orchards, vineyards and olive trees. "Easily the most fertile part of the island, we have the Halflings to thank for the hard work they've been putting here," Gianni explained, "the rest of Chelseanna is not nearly as welcoming. The land South of Mount Tuli doesn't take well to cultivations of any kind... so our ancestors soon gave up on it and let it grow wild. Duality is everywhere on the island."