“Do not rely too much on heaven's aid, but we will help the mortal saviours who are doing God's work. The people of Wesmarch may call on me in times of need when a telephone is not available, and I will direct the fire brigade or the police to them.”
—Nafafa, March 3710

There was once a time when the world was divided into warring states. It was a time of suffering and spiritual ruin, in which demons walked the streets openly, siblings killed siblings, and false scripture was propagated as true.

That time has long since passed. In its place, the world is administered by Governments which work in harmony with one another and with the Commission. The Governor of Bexgate’s district has their seat in the distant capital of Wesmarch, from which the central apparatus of the civil service organises the day-to-day functioning of the district.

In Bexgate, the most visible manifestations of Government activity are the Town Planning Board, the primary organ of the civil service in the town, and the small police station in the east of the town. Neither has much in the way of influence or autonomy. Most important decisions are made by the civil service in Wesmarch and relayed down to the Town Planning Board for implementation, while the Bexgate police station only has the capacity to detain criminals overnight. Full incarceration requires the criminal’s transportation to Wesmarch, via Bexgate’s sole train station.

The position of Governor is elected. In times long gone, people were less virtuous. They indulged their pride, and their ambition, and ran for the position for its power, and not because they knew that they were the person who would best execute its function. Under the Commission’s watchful eyes, people are no longer so inclined to vice. Only the best person for the job runs for the role, and any would-be competitors who still harbour ambition are discouraged from confusing the process.