"When the wise Moon assumed the guise of a bent sickle in the murderous night, why did you not take the premonition?"
~
The Village of Lyrishveil,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
The Village of Lyrishveil was russet and quaint where even the houses were made of timber in frugal construct, as opposed to the remnant part of the Kingdom of Tristendyre that was of gravel and stone.
Jaycob had never had business in that particular village, for it was one that contained inmates of lower income levels and dismal economy.
They were elite merely in the concept of penury and producing rustic goods that were light in price. However, most of the men therein were employed in meagre and odd jobs and the women delivered homespun food to the neighbouring towns.
The Archer's destination, presently, was the Xaviers' home where he expected to meet the wife and household of Mister Joab Xavier.
