The seventh month of the rebuilding began with rain.
It fell in steady sheets across the plains surrounding Yohan, turning the training grounds to mud and sending rivulets cascading down the stone gutters that the goblin engineers had carved into every major thoroughfare during the city's expansion. The forge district's chimneys disappeared into low clouds that sat upon the rooftops like a gray crown, their smoke merging with the mist until the entire southern quarter of the city seemed to breathe with the pulse of production that never ceased regardless of weather or season or the state of the world beyond the walls.
