Location: Tardide Village - Ryunzo Home
Time: 19 Voidmarch, 9938 AZI | Day 510/208
Realm: Dimension 137 (Telia)
The dinner table had been cleared, but the house hadn't emptied.
More villagers had arrived as word spread—"the mage" was here, the one who'd promised to help with the direwolves. They filled the Ryunzo home until people stood along the walls, sat on the floor, crowded in doorways. The air grew thick with body heat and hope and fear all tangled together.
Jayde found herself at the center of it, surrounded by faces that wanted—needed—to believe she could fix this.
Operational pressure building. Civilian morale dependent on perceived capability. Cannot show uncertainty.
(So many of them. All looking at me like I'm the answer.)
"Tell her about the Harmon boy," someone said from the back. An older man, grey-bearded, voice rough with grief.
Elder Ryunzo's expression tightened. "The first attack. Three months ago."
