Early summer in Livonia was exceptionally comfortable, with the lightening eastern sky hinting at the imminent arrival of the season. Nikotsburg, as the capital of Livonia, had more than doubled its population over the past three months, and everywhere there was a sense of restlessness and unease mixed in the air.
Komer gently nudged his horse, and the chestnut steed surged forward, making him somewhat unaccustomed to riding after a long break. Seven or eight foxhounds had already dashed ahead, forming a semi-circle and converging upwards along the gentle slopes. The lush greenery of the bushes and the sunlight-drenched trees presented an excellent hiding place for small beasts and birds, making this sunny morning something truly worth looking forward to.