The sounds of heavy masonry and the rhythmic clanging of hammers echoed across the ridge as Björn, Mearie, and Luminara began the construction of the temporary training grounds.
Stone rose from the earth in sturdy tiers, forming a defensive and instructional perimeter that circled the shimmering dome.
Others, who did not need much setup, were already starting the training of their students, such as the drow female, Kiryssa, and the ladies who wanted to master the art of murder.
As for her primordial counterpart, Vaelor, he was sent away because she and the two mothers feared he might retaliate due to them using him as a punching bag to vent their frustrations…
They didn't fear his attempt at revenge toward them, but more so the chance of him snapping at one of the mortals.
Inside, Quinlan was oblivious to the camp being built in his vicinity.
His world had shrunk to the size of the heart-shaped bed and the woman currently occupying every inch of his vision.
