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(back from schoool)

Jirrud had arrived back in Black Marsh. He looked around. It was 30 celsius, the murky waters of the Jungle reached to his knees, flowers dotted the surface, and willow trees were all around, covering the horizon and the skies. He could hear the croaks of frogs, the  chirping of crickets, and the tweets from birds.

"Ah, how I appreciate coming home." He said.

He had his terms for fighting for the Empire. He would be given control of Black Marsh, the Islands of Ynslea, Esroniet, and Cathnoquey. Argonians would be treated with respect, outlawing slavery and discrimination of their race. He was, for now, satisfied with his control of these places, and turned out to be one of the greatest leaders in Argonia's history, despite his infamy. Unfortunately for him, he was not allowed control of Blackwood by the Empire. That he could live with.

He arrived in Jirxehleen, his new capital. He was greeted with praise. The city was blossoming.