The Banner Beyond the Tarantula Gate.

By mid morning it seemed the sun was rapidly warming the faction camps of the moot. I strolled across the merchants field to stretch my legs from my time sitting and sketching. As always the Tarantulas proudly displayed their colours by their faction gate, a banner was thrust into the earth besides the tent of one of their houses or groups and I sat down just outside of their faction wards to jot down the details. It seemed an inappropriate hour to walk in and raise questions as to who owned the banner, I am sure I will find out all in good time at a future meeting.