Mikaru sighed as he sat alone in the destroyed keep of Fort Dawnstar. Once a symbol of strength and protection, the fort was now a collection of broken walls and shattered defenses. The sky was a dull grey, reflecting his somber mood as he stared at the rubble around him. He had been left alone to guard the fort, a task that felt more like exile than duty.
Leon had sent orders to his closest allies, dispersing them to different regions to gather resources and skilled workers essential for rebuilding Fort Dawnstar. Daveed went to the Deep Undercroft to recruit dwarven craftsmen and bring his family along. James had been dispatched to Elfrond in the Living Dead Forest to secure the services of elven artisans and reunite with his family. Maria was sent to Dragokin Hightower to enlist Dragonriders and bring her kin. Each of them had a clear mission and a sense of purpose, leaving Mikaru to watch over the desolate fort.