The rain is falling again, like the Nentir Fall it pours down. It sticks to the skin, cold and bone-chilling.
The sun has seemed to shine a little dimmer as of late. It is mid Obad-Hai (Calendar), almost The Day of Artful Beauty.
Five wayward people make their way into Fallcrest. The Five are not ‘normal’ kin, not content to live their lives day to day, they seek Glory, Treasure, and…