Evelyn's POV
It had been two weeks since the coming of the artra Jacob… Until two weeks after, I hadn't yet come to terms with what was happening in Dwarvenhall. The colour gradually returned to everyone's faces. There was food on our plates, smiles on everyone's faces. The town was busy every day with dwarves milling about in search of the next activity to do to improve our living situation.
At first, I was convinced that there was nothing we could do to fix everything that was going on in Dwarvenhall. The entire population had come to the resolution of committing a mass suicide only days before the man had arrived. I would call him a boy, but he didn't act like one. Instead, he made sure everything went upside down. We were getting better…
