You walk down a path for many miles and come to the edge of a great forest. You turn to look behind you, the smoke of a distant battle can be seen rising in the East. Below you stands an open field, green fields sprawl to the horizon and beyond. For a moment you pause, were your eyes decieving you? Or was that, no, of course it wasn't you think to yourself, for this land before you has yet to be conquered, unspoiled. This land, my Lord, is where you shall call home.