The land of Belvairien is made up of tall mountains that see snow 24/7, yet the sun is never blocked out and the snow is never too heavy. The main cluster of civilisation is sitting on a plane of snow, walled in by tall mountains. There is but one narrow path to the settlement until it widens out to the landscape below. Veitins are tall and broad in nature, and their will to fight for justice and order is beyond comprehensible. They resemble bears, polar bears more accurately. They are slightly hunched over and have white fur spread across their entire body.

Aesin opened his eyes and felt the cold embrace of the quite mountains. The slight murmur of activity below him was carried a great distance by the calming winds. He stood atop a mountain, look over this land: the fluffy white snow spread as far as the eye could see. Belvairien looked calm, peaceful.

Suddenly, Aesin opened his mouth and spoke,

"Veitins! Hear me! For chaos does not rest!"

He paused momentarily and spoke again.

"Assemble the town elders, scouts, hunters, blacksmiths, finest warriors and cooks to the town square immediately."

Aesin heads down to the settlement to meet his assembled citizens.

The people have gathered.

Seers, elders, shamans, medicine men, scouts, hunters, fighters, brawlers, blacksmiths, silversmiths, cooks, brewers... easily three hundred people stand before Aesin, ready for his command.

Aesin smiles.

"Good. Scouts, spread out into teams of 2 and do a recon of the realm.
Hunters, move out and find renewable resources of food.
Cooks, prepare for the hunters return.
Brewers, begin preparing refreshments for the parties moving out.
Smiths, prepare your workshops for heavy weapon and armour manufacturing. When the scouts return, the resources you need will start being provided.
Those who know of the land and its villages already, i would like a report on anything i should know.
Finally, the warriors will need to decide on the most capable of themselves to lead them. That leader then needs to assemble squad captains to head each battalion. Once organised, begin training immediately.
Anything that is not clear, approach and be directed.

Aesin stands in the centre of the village, awaiting his orders to be carried out.

The cooks start to prepare the fires and tools. The smiths begin to ready their workshops.

The leader of the scouts approaches.

The eldest hunter approaches.

Close to a dozen warriors approach, arguing amongst themselves.

A handful of other, nondescript people approach, most rather timidly.

A cool breeze reaches the people, but none shiver.

Aesin looks at the commotion.

"Silence." he calmly stated. "Questions, one at a time."

Silence.

A question.

"What, Lord.. what is ree-kon?"

Aesin looks at the scout.

"Too be expected i suppose. It means to scout the realm and note everything about it then return here with your findings. Next question."

"What is a renewable source of food? Do you want.. snow rabbit? Or cold snake? Or berries? Or dear? Lord?"

"A source of food that will not die out if we start harvesting it." he tells the hunter.

"Find sources of fruit and packs of animals that can continue breeding after we kills some for the meat. Next."

"Everything breeds.. I do not understand what you mean, Lord. I am sorry. Everything breeds."

"Yes, but some faster than others. If a species does not reproduce often enough, we could wipe them out. Find a suitable species, there needs to be a balance."

Aesin remains patient with his people. Even enjoying teaching them.