_Winterseed_
A few days after Dragun's return from the barren land, the people of Winterseed gathered on the village's busy streets one morning. A chorus of chattering could be heard, with tones ranging from confusion to jubilation.
"Today is the day Lord Rowan leaves for the barren land."
"I heard that after Lord Rowan completes his personal evaluation of that land, he will return and take everyone with him to that place. I can't wait!"
"I also heard that someone important is coming to assist Lord Rowan."
"Who might that be? Is it the red-haired blood mage or the beautiful summoner? They only left less than a week ago."
"I don't think so."
"It might be that handsome guy," the crowd discussed amongst themselves.
The morning sun bathed the crowd in its glow, a perfect complement to their positive spirits.
