Dale

A cold wind moaned its deep throated call as it caressed the snow-dusted deserted streets of frozen Dale. Occasionally, a few stray snowflakes drifted down to join their predecessors which littered the floor already, although the deserted night-stricken streets were void of anyone to witness their lonely passing. Well…almost void! A single man strode through the darkness, his black cloak billowing like a cumulonimbus cloud behind him, swirling in the strong wind.

Notvar got to Bree by night time, and assuming this was a good place to be by the loudness of the night. The quieter the night, the more dangerous it is. He explored a bit of the town to find an organized place raised by man, a civilization he has not seen since he left Dale in his early years. He has not seen any foul creatures or vile man on the outskirts of the town, so he decided to settle there and stop heading west for an uncertain amount of time, and see where fate takes him next. He ended up camping on a lake near the forest, almost by dawn.

Cyndere Bronwyn; a young woman of Dale, who grew up in Bree. Her story begins ten years ago, just after her ninth birthday... 

Taken from the book entitled: Sefa's bored ramblings as she waits for her leg to magically get better.

As a child I would spend most of my time in the garden of our home. The house itself was nothing special - a small family home for the lower middle class of Dale but the garden was always something a little more special. I think the best thing about the garden was that none of the rest of my family ever really ventured into it unless they had to which had caused it to become wild and untame and thus the land of many childhood fancies and play for myself.