Early summer was Ishaada’s favorite time of year in Euridean. The eastern garden of the White Hall exploded into life and color. Fruit trees were full of ripe cherries and apricots. There were bushes of berries intermixed with all the different flowers and shrubs, filling the air with their sweet fragrance in the heat of the day. As she and her handmaidens made their way through the flower garden, she would take a few cuttings here and there and tuck them in the basket. The other women were laughin...

Victoria grunted as her feet hit the ground. She steadied herself against her horse, glad to be out of the saddle. The ride back into town had been a long, slow, and bumpy trek through the forest. Riven snorted and nudged her impatiently towards the hitch outside the storefront near the water trough. She patted his flank, taking hold of his reins and tying him to the hitching post. While he drank, she unloaded the rabbits she had strung on the back of the saddle and headed into the butcher shop.

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The streets of the market district were heavily crowded, and filled with a deafening blend of voices. As Seida slowly made her way through the rabble of shoppers, she kept an ear out for any interesting news. If there was one thing the city of Kall was good for, it was gathering gossip. Thus far, she’d managed to gather quite a bit of useful information by simply passing through the crowds throughout the day. 

Perhaps the most intriguing bit of gossip she had gathered was the recent stri...