It was just after spring, a hot spell, one that was taking a toll on everybody, especially Marcille and yourself.

The party of 6 was all walking across the flatlands. Letting out a quiet sigh, Marcille clutched her staff tiredly. Falin glanced to her side, taking note of the heat’s effects. Falin would tap Laios on the shoulder.

"Can we stop and rest for a bit? It’s getting a lot warmer now-“