It was just another sunny, medieval, Scandinavian morning in the quiet coastal town of skaarsgard. The Blacksmiths were out blacksmithing, the children were out playing, the women were out hanging laundry on the clotheslines and retrieving water from the wells. The birds were out singing to the beautiful dawn and all was normal and well.
Skaarsgard was a wealthy little town, the man who founded it is rumored to be a descendant of the king, but regardless of rumors he inherited a large some of money and moved him and his family out to the coast and started a textile company. He had many workers, and some slaves, and eventually more rich people settled in this quiet and relatively unestablished area to house their own businesses. After all it was easy to ship to the other major towns, and it kept them away from the busy streets and most of all, the peasants and poor people. They all kept their own workers and slaves in a community house, that had all of the amenities and shops that they needed, as to keep them away from the actual town.