Ravenfell, Acadian Empire.
The city still bore scars of war. Blackened stone walls stood half-collapsed, and entire rows of houses had been reduced to piles of rubble.
Shattered roofs and broken carts lay scattered across the streets, a reminder of the battle that had ended only months ago. The air still carried the a faint smell of ash… and blood. Though, it was slowly being replaced by the smell of freshly cut timber and lime plaster.
The city of Ravenfell was slowly but surely rising to its feet. Amidst the ruins, life had begun to stir again. Mortals worked in groups, hauling stone blocks, stacking bricks, and cutting wood to patch broken walls.
Wooden scaffolds leaned against crumbling buildings, while families sifted through debris to salvage what little they could. Here and there, new thatched roofs stood among ruins. Though they were temporary living conditions, they showed stubborn signs of recovery.
