Timira. The village of Tullal.
"Tullal... Tullal... Tullal-la-la..."
Humming a light tune, Elara walked barefoot down a strange cobblestone path. Morning light filtered through the canopy of ancient trees, casting a golden glow over the small orchard just beyond her cottage.
It had been a month since Elara arrived in Timira. After she, Grand Magus Rhazuun, and the Gnoll, Anubis, settled in this idyllic village, they purchased a modest cottage shaded by a massive oak. The property even came with a tiny orchard.
Elara loved it here. The locals were simple and lacked ambition—which meant they were incredibly easy to manipulate.
"Your Highness. The orchard is cleared. I've tilled the soil three times and fertilized it, just as you ordered." Anubis emerged from the trees to greet her. To humor his master, he had temporarily played the role of a peasant.
