Returning to his realm after a long absence, Asher was more than pleased to find the land flourishing. The elves, deeply attuned to the natural world, were busy tending to the Great Forest—meticulously pruning and cultivating the ancient and fruit trees.
Under the steady hand of his friend Adrian, the realm had become a well-oiled machine. He ensured the women of his household wanted for nothing; food, fine silks, and every comfort were provided, a necessity considering most of them were now expectant mothers.
The moment Asher appeared, the air filled with joyous cries. A crowd swarmed him, everyone eager for a word or a touch. To address them all, he called for a gathering in the town square. He took his place atop the stone wall surrounding a sprawling, ornate fountain, looking out over the faces of those he protected.
