A young man with a fresh, youthful face, dressed in a suit of aristocratic finery with exaggerated frills and a top hat, tried to push his way into the Lower City but was promptly stopped by a burly guard.
"Not so fast, lad," the guard grunted, his hand pressing firmly against the young man's chest. "Everyone must pass the trial by fire before they can enter."
"My name is Alfred Montmorency," the young man declared with a haughty tilt of his chin, "A member of the noble Montmorency family from the southern plains. I demand you let me in immediately. I refuse to be subject to such ridiculous rules! Besides, how dare you halt me in my tracks? You are nothing but a mere guard in this forsaken frontier, while I am a Montmorency. Your job is to obey me, not stand in my way. I suggest you move aside unless you want to face the wrath of my family!"