It was the late hours of the morning.
The people of Winterseed had only started retiring from their houses so late because the feast had lasted a few hours past midnight. The events from last night remained on their mind, causing smiles to plaster on the faces of each individual.
Black Drifter, in a small form, around the size of an eagle, flapped its wings and patrolled the streets.
Blaze, on the other hand, could be seen strolling with a group of women to fetch water. The women patted his furs as they strolled together.
Nonetheless, at the same time, soldiers had begun to gather at the village square.
The streets were filled with men rushing towards a single destination.
Some of them discussed amongst themselves as they drew closer to their destination.
Most of their discussion revolved around the reason for their sudden call to gather as no information was given.
