"People of Midshire! I am your new lord, Alexander!"
Standing on a podium at the marketplace surrounded by an escort of armored blue legionaries, a very flashy and gaudily dressed man in golden, flamboyant armor addressed the gathered crowd with this opening.
He found the crowd to be made of people from all walks of life, from regular day laborers wearing coarse linen and with callused hands and feet, to beggars and urchins with blackened, impoverished faces, wearing little more than rags, to plump and radiant merchants and nobles garbed in their finest, surrounded by their personal guards so as to not be touched by these 'lowly' masses.
And each group had a different expression when looking at the handsome young man standing high and tall.
A large number of them were understandably fearful and weary.