Stability

The sun slowly rose over the horizon, dying the sky in a shade of orange and pink. As its warm rays touched the eastern camp, the camp started to slowly come alive.

Magi bustled about, preparing for their missions. Some gathered around a large campfire, sipping on steaming cups of tea, and discussing strategies.

Others were visiting the marketplace, making sure that they had stocked up on all the necessary items they would need.

At the northern exit of this large camp, a group of Magi consisting of three dwarves were gathered, seemingly waiting for someone.

Beside each of them, stood three massive Blue Boars. These magical beasts were the dwarves' familiars. They were a sight to behold.

The Blue Boar was a creature of immense power and beauty. Its fur was a deep blue, shimmering in the morning light like the surface of the ocean. Long, curved tusks protruded from its snout, gleaming with a cold glint.