Albert was not from the city, rather he was a farm boy tired of city folk not knowing a chicken's waddles fron its arse. Unfortunately people don't take well to learning and through what he can only describe as shenanigans, Governor Albert Enchantis became inordinately popular.
Shenanigans consisting of a noble woman or three, a feast of giant monster each winter, and the inexplicable ability to ride the waves of fortune. As much as favors and festivals help in the political sense, the far more practical area he found himself excelling in was dealing in preperations for hard times.
Droughts, wars, stampedes and worse happen all the time, and only by the fertile aftermath does anyome survive. So getting through any tragedy is simple, know what it is and hunker down. Each year some big event near litterally cracked the city in two and there was almost always some wild deer overgrazing, drought starving off a crop or wayward spell killing livestock with a spreadding effect. Last year had been damn near catastrophic when the cattle adapted pinecone looking scales, until the fortune teller suddenly had an idea to sell abnormal hides to a neighboring kingdom. That kingdom is now winning their 5 years long war and the cattle have became utterly immune to attacks under the strength of a gold teir archer.
That archer having settled in town thanks partially to that fortune teller.
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Albert just had to sigh, as much as anxiety of a tower too tall toppeling over nagged at him, everything was running smoothly. After the latest landslide he got some interesting plans that while lacking any detail were easy to build, looking like a castle built on a snowflake or an alchemical formation made of streets and tunnels. By the time the basic layout was done being set everyone was already using its features and now Albert was seen as the man with the connections even though he owed it all to a trinket shop.
In his mind he owed the fortune teller more, but all the man asked for was a shop and an ear. In exchange Albert had the earliest warning of winds changing and all the credit.
What was maddening to him was the simplicity of the most wide reaching fortunes. For now, as an example, the standing fortune is 'everything goes well until someone makes a mess' which has the guard alert to anyone trying anything stupid or weird. Albert's personal fortune was 'you will be the man you need to be in trying to live up to what you're not' which boiled down to "don't worry, people just need you to not be a fraud"
Atop the little tower in city center he looked out over everything, sighed and sat back on his folded mattress, a gift from his benefactor. He was almost ready to lay back when his wife came in and offered to make a refreshing drink for him. It was not the day for that, he had armorers coming to review the goods on offer and archer training to observe. It was a day for tea, or the roasted bean grounds that had been discovered.