1th day of the 1st moon of 130 AC. Around the hour of the owl.

It was already night and Addam was in his chambers in the Castle of Maidenpool, the base of the dragonriders in this time of war.

It was a long day.

But at least one more day without any battles.

Addam had yet to fight a battle on behalf of the blacks, but little did he know that in just a few days one would take place...

For now he could rest, but it wasn't long before he heard the sound of the door opening.