When they first laid eyes upon Greenhill, they could see it had enjoyed better days. Masonry on larger structures in the town center ran scarred with cracking. Yard lots looked unkempt, some strewn with nasty thorn weed or nettles. Townsfolk wore the full effect of hard times in worn faces, making even the young look prematurely aged.
Peter gave Duncan a knowing look as they approached their destination of Greenhill Commons. All around was the depraved state of living conditions so rampant throughout Eire. Today would mark their initial efforts to cleanse such conscious corruption which lead the country to these ills.
Their carriage pulled up to the prescribed location of this first engagement. There was nothing remarkable about the grounds, situated near the center of this small County
