WINTERSEED
It was the early hours of a solemn but bright afternoon, and the people of the village could be seen going on about their daily tasks pretty sluggishly, as they had long since lost the will to work.
At the farm, the farmers could be seen working very sluggishly compared to their usual hardworking selves. At the livestock area, Elara could be seen feeding the birds that had grown bigger overtime.
She and her assistance distributed the feed into the wooden feedthroughs. Their faces were etched with sadness, their minds were heavy with conflicting thoughts—Were their beloved Lord still alive? What was he going through?
Those questions had slowly become the daily recitation of everyone in Winterseed.
They were concerned.
Some had lost hope.
Some were losing hope.
Only a few believed he would return.
In Rowan's absence, the village was managed and protected by the captains with the assistance of the divine beasts who patrolled the village severally.
