Stratos was better than ever. Trades were steady, allies happy, and farming was fruitful. Rain never managed to harm this palace in the sky, nor the hardworking city beneath.

Joel, the demi-god that ruled and watched over the citizens of Stratos, was out and about today! Someone needed him back around the spawn campfire, apparently. Hopefully it wasn’t a waste of time. He folded his wings into a smooth dive and landed at the forever burning campfire ashes, briefly scouting for whoever called for him.