The calm before the storm

All was peaceful in the valley below Trestlebridge, that morning.. All was calm, the water still and tranquil, and the only notable thing heard, was the faint sound of a lute.. Eredian and Mathildah had sat by the edge of the water that morning, unaware of the long night that awaited them, blissfully ignorant as they talked amongst themselves. Sharing compliments, and showing off their talents to each other, her's through the sketches in her notebook, and his through the music he would play from his lute.

After another time in each other's arms, they soon rejoined the main group, before they all found themselves embroiled within an attack by a large force of orcs. Defending the town of Trestlebridge valiantly, it was chaos within the town, each one of them doing what they could to ensure the town's survival. And after some time, they won.. The orcs were chased off, and Trestlebridge stood to see another day. But a sense of eerie uncertainty still hung rather notably in the air.. Was there more to come? Only time would tell, but these Fateless Wanderers were certainly ready for it.