@part(goldenfield, root = "/mit/abstract/Characters/sheet.format")
@subsection [Clan Goldenfield]

The Goldenfield lands are the richest, most fertile lands in the
Clanlands.  It is here that most of the sustenance for the other Clans
is grown.  It was once quipped that if you spit on lush Goldenfield
grounds, you'd find by morning that you'd planted a fountain.
Unfortunately, a great deal of this green growing place has been
devastated by the war with the Realm, for the Goldenfield lands are a
large part of the Clans' western border.

You Goldenfields are farmers, not fighters, and yet your people have
ben forced to bear the brunt of the effort of this senseless war.  It
has been your fields that have supplied the sustenance for the
soldiers, and those self-same fields left smoking wastelands by those
self-same soldiers.  Your peaceful, untrained people have been forced
to turn the tools you've developed for the loving care of Mishael's
world into instruments of war; have planted blood where there should
be seed.  Your blood and tears have served in place of pure water to
young plants.

You are outraged.  There will be no more bloodshed on Mishael's
fields.  Somehow, some way, you will insure that Goldenfield will
suffer from war no more.