The Land of Lyoness was a happy land.

In theory it was ruled by an enlightened Royal family, in truth the people accepted them purely for their entertainment value.

The bureaucrats who administered to the countries needs were considered essential by the population. Not only too inept to collect taxes and enforce laws, also government service was the best way to keep your mackerel brained son out of the family business!

Education was considered optional, none were keen to see knowledge get in the way of a really good time.

Lyoness essentially was a safe place. The giants had departed, advised by their doctors to find a place that did not serve Lyoness extra strong ale. The dragons had given up in their quest to find a virgin, and had flown East.

Only the Trolls remained, but as they were such good miners, their occasional raids on goat herds was accepted. Although all drew the line at listening to them sing!

If power lay anywhere it was with the First minister, whenever the people dropped themselves deep in the dragons doo-doo, it fell to him to dig them out.

The people of Lyoness were experts at finding piles of dragons' doo-doo!

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