On a mountaintop to the west of Kingdom of Lanthanor, in the sovereign land of the First Alliance.
A man wearing the clothes of a commoner had just climbed to the summit, and although he looked as if he was out of breath, his keen eyes and clear skin with nary a drop of sweat gave away the fact that he wasn't even in the least bit fatigued.
Carefully looking around to ensure that no one was keeping a watch on him, the man let go of the act and took in a deep breath of the fresh air of the morning.
It had just dawned on the beautiful Kingdom of Lanthanor, but the farmers who dotted the landscape were already hard at work. The time for the harvest is coming, and a lot of preparations needed to be made.
