With a wave of new settlers, Boomtown expanded its borders and the Fair became even bigger and brighter than before! New districts and attractions brought more visitors, and the brightest stars of the age to perform for them.
But, as is the way of these times of change, with more light came more shadows, for every new musician and clown that came so did more attention from The Kaptin’s men, more paperwork and requirements from the distant authority of the realm.
Finally Boom had enough and vowed to return to the mountains where rumour had it, there was a huge temple of treasures deep in the forest guarded by lions! His plan was to retrieve a prize jewel said to be the size of a mans fist that he would sell and buy the land where his beloved town now stood, for this was his dream and the reason he had wandered the world as a young man, to find a place far enough away where people could live in peace and freedom, without the unjust laws and rules of state, cross or crown!
But alas that dream was not to be, for Boom never returned from the mountain and was never seen again! His friends searched the ravines and mountains but to no avail, as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Until finally just before the annual fair the citizens were called to the town centre. Dignitaries made speeches, wringing their hands and sniffing back fake tears, even the Kaptin begrudgingly paid tribute to his memory. They vowed solemnly that Boomtown would live on forever in the glory of his name, alas this promise was as hollow as the rest that would follow.