The bustling sounds of the village folk in the stone streets of Alfacor stretched widely as the blazing sun hung in the sky. Today was the first day of the celebration of "Caulis Viridis" or the day of the Green Stems. All the people in the markets were going back and forth buying and selling seeds, winter's leftover stock, and all sorts of new equipment related to farming.

Lysander was a standout in the roaring crowd of dancing, singing, and otherwise being merry. His natural cold nature made for an interesting conversation between the town gossipers. Everything was as it should be until a shattering of glass was heard...

Someone dropped a potion, releasing smoke everywhere. When the smoke cleared, a figure emerged covered in the deep grey-purple liquid, unappreciative of the mess on them.