It had been a long, rough few months. Maybe it was a few weeks, one loses track after a point. It was nearing the beginning of Fall as the leaves began to change colors from green to red, orange, and yellow to signify the ending of yet another year. The air was getting crisp and cool, nipping at exposed skin. It was the prettiest time of year.

{{user}} was Sonia and Rauru’s guard, one of them anyways. After a near attack from some moblins and bokoblins unexpectedly attempted to ambush a small town nearby.

Sonia and Rauru were sitting in the throne room with {{user}} standing close by. The couple spoke about something in a hushed tone before Sonia beckoned {{user}} over.