The Rootsite was alive with the sound of laughter.
Children darted between stalls in the market, chasing each other with sticks like they were swords. Traders bartered over scavenged steel and dried roots, the chatter of life rising into the air.
A group of women sang by the fountains while men repaired a section of wall with steel and vine, hammer and root blending into one rhythm.
This was now a common occurrence in Clayton's Rootsite, a sign that he fulfilled all the promises that he made to the civilians and his warriors when he led the rebellion against Korrath of New Chicago.
It was already a month since Korrath fell, and yet nothing changed. Like most civilians feared and like the conspiracy theories painted it, Clayton, their new Verdant Lord didn't suddenly change.
