The field was wide and quiet, a deliberately cleared path cutting through tall grass like a promise of civilization. Two kilometers ahead, Asonvale rested against the horizon, stone walls, tiled roofs, and a watchtower rising just high enough.
They walked, drawing closer to the town.
As they drew close, the sounds of the bustling and thriving town entered their ears. Distant voices, metal striking metal... the hum of life doing what life always did, continuously. Guards stood at the open gates, their spears resting casually against their shoulders. They gave the group a brief glance, assessed them, and waved them through without much interest.
Inside, Asonvale unfolded in familiar patterns.
