Argyle isn't sure who thought it was a good idea to appoint him as mayor of the town. He's young, for one. And much more interested in his cauldron than in civil matters, for two. Sure, he's been here since the founding of the town of Triz, but he's been here for so long that it's still hard for him to grasp the fact that Triz is an actual town now. He remembers well the days when this place was nothing more than a series of tunnels called a 'fort', dug out by himself and his friends in their youth. And yet, somehow these lovingly carved passages have spiraled out into a humble, hectic hovel that is now filled with dragons from all over the place!

Somehow, someway, everyone in the town decided they wanted him as the leader, too!

It's all a little overwhelming. Especially the times when tragedy strikes. And yet, in those times, it's always Argyle who picks up the pieces and gets everything running like clockwork once more. Though there's a few problematic villagers (here's looking at you, Torbin) the town has recently run afoul of bigger problems... far more infrequent, but at the same time, far more deadly...