IONA PRISON

As we entered Roll Town, the streets were alive with celebration. People danced under the rain, their faces lit with joy, and their voices raised in gratitude. Praises echoed all around us, a stark contrast to the somber reception we had received when we first arrived in Roll. I glanced at Leader Cyrus, who nodded in appreciation, acknowledging the thanks of the people. It was a remarkable sight, a rare moment of peace after so much bloodshed and loss.

We made our way to the central hall, where a feast awaited us. The smell of roasted meats and freshly baked bread filled the air. The townspeople gathered, their spirits lifted, their trust in Leader Cyrus unwavering. He stood before them, commanding the room with ease, and his voice boomed as he spoke.

"People of Roll, today marks the beginning of a new era. An era of peace, safety, and hope. No longer will the shadows of the past cloud your future. Together, we have restored balance, and together, we will rebuild."