Nestled against the outer wall of Camp Dragon, partially hidden by two great flowering ormbomen (elm-like jungle trees), this house rises from a low mound of earth like a proud, weathered monument. Its whitewashed walls glimmer in the dappled sunlight, and a broad veranda—crossed by finely carved support columns—wraps the front of the home. The leafy patterns etched into the wood seem almost alive, a testament to the mayor’s skill with a chisel and mallet.
From the outside, the mayor’s house is a place of order and civility in a village teetering on the edge of chaos. The polished wood shingles, scent of carved sandalwood, and careful landscaping of fruit-bearing ferns and jungle lilies suggest someone still cares deeply about tradition—and about appearances.