On the other side of Ohinia, Dean, his footsteps growing heavier with each step, ventured further into the dense Southern forest. The sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting playful shadows on his path. After what felt like an eternity, he spotted a faint glimmer of hope on the horizon the humble rooftops of the village he had been tirelessly journeying towards.
As he drew closer, the village came into sharper focus. The roofs, weathered by seasons gone by, stood as silent witnesses to the stories woven within the community. Each house seemed to have its own tale to tell, etched in the fading paint and worn wooden beams. The scent of oak and hearth smoke lingered in the air, inviting him to uncover the secrets held within those walls.
With Aethelwyn being dragged behind him, he quickly got off his horse and started walking as he was getting closer to the enterince of the village that had a certain busness he had to finish there
