Inqaa is a new world. A young land. A man-made kingdom.
It shouldn't exist. Not the way it does now. It is the creation of a greedy woman, and a compliant man, and a crew of hungry, ignorant sycophants.
But it is here now, and it thrives. The magic in the roots of the land help it to survive, and live and breathe and work. The people are happy, the kingdom is happy. There are some who would seek something more - meaning perhaps. Some believe everything is too good.
And what of the wall around the kingdom? What is it keeping out? What is it keeping in?