"And every moment she gazed into the mirror, into the eyes of her reflection, she did not know that she was looking into the likeness of her heritage."
~
The Caretaker's Cottage,
Betwixt the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the Hyll-Decantan Promontory,
The darkling break of day,
Second Mounday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
Dawn had hardly spread her grace over the North-western skies yet, but the sound of pewter utensils clanking could already be heard in the household of the Caretaker.
The inmates thereof had been violently awoken an hour prior to such and assembled around the hearth for prayers. Then each had retreated to the chambers to be dressed and presentable.
