449 I’ll Be Right Back

Starfall Year 834, the 21st of March. Dawn at Moldavia, the North.

As the snow eagle screeched in the sky, the bell tower of the cathedral rang gently. Cracks were appearing amidst the dark clouds, showing a glimpse of the eastern sky that was slightly white. Chimneys of the houses in town were issuing smoke—signs that a new day has come.

But this new day was not as quiet as it had always been.

Adventurers who were either rising early or returning late were treading upon the paths of the main city. They were draped in leather armor or capes, their weapons hidden—in Moldavia, apart from factions serving to the liege, none were allowed to equip arms.

On both sides of the main street, all variety of shops including blacksmiths, enchantment workshop and tavern were yet to open for business. From the windows, the owners could be seen diligently preparing their merchandise and beer they would be selling for the rest of the day.