The city called Hope sits at 1500 ft above sea level at the confluence of two rivers, thin strips of life through a desert stretching 20 days ride to the south where the desert is damned by an ocean. One river descends from the northwest where a range of mountains forms another boundary to the desert though the land slowly rises two thousand feet above the city, the desert flora morphing into mountain shrubbery. The mountains rise another six thousand feet to the highest peak at 9,230 ft. The road paralleling the river takes 15 days to reach the mountains. The mountain ranges slowly arcs around the desert eventually reaching the ocean some 15 days ride due west out of the city. The northeast to east range raise to its highest point at 8,000 ft. The second river drops from this range northeast of the city, 10 days ride. The river formed by the confluence runs south east to the termination of the northeast range into the ocean. This stretch of river is navigable by barges in winter and spring but barely supports canoes in summer and fall. The southern desert below the river is a hilly nothing, the land marked by a few scattered mesas reaching to about 4,000 ft. The desert floor is blessed with the occasional oasis, the locations of which are a closely guarded secret of the nomads that call it home. The confluence makes the land on which Hope sets marshy with some bit and pieces of highland above the flood levels but most of the homes sit just above river level. The marsh makes it easy to establish canal networks that often run dry in the summer months but facilitate movement in the winter. Bridges cross the canals at unexpected points. Hope is home to a multitude of peoples. There are a spattering of the southern nomads, a contingent from the farms fed by the river system, as well as segments from the mountain foothills, the land between the rivers, the remnants of a conquering horde that rolled into the valley two hundred years ago, the remnants of the horde that preceded the latest horde by a hundred years, as well as other minorities numerous enough to be a problem. Governing this polyglot will take some genius. Additions, deletions, counters?