The first light of the day touched the mud houses of the village at the foot of Ravien's fortress with a soft glow. The sun, not yet fully risen, was slowly climbing the sky while the first moon drifted westward.
The villagers' condition had visibly improved compared to a few days earlier. Thanks to the supplies Ravien regularly provided, they no longer struggled with hunger and could devote more time to their daily lives. Working the soil, fixing homes, spending time with their children… This small settlement was ruled by silence, slowness, and quiet acceptance.
By then, Ravien was already awake, getting dressed. He pulled on a black, wide-collared shirt with missing buttons. He completed the outfit with a pair of tight, faded pants made of old fabric.
