In the shadow of the towering plateau, the Griffin Kiln, so named by the territorial lord, roared to life with its first official firing. This signaled not just the forging of bricks but the commencement of a grand housing project overseen by Mayor Joel. Under his meticulous coordination, the homes of Frost Maple Ridge began to rise, brick by brick, bringing a newfound stability to the territory.
The people of Igor, long beleaguered by the threats of disease, mercenary raids, and banditry, found solace under the harsh yet comforting winter sun of Phoenix Terrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, genuine smiles broke through the gloom, a rare display of peace and contentment.