The Hinterlands was rarely quiet. Only when a powerful beast was on the move would the various beasts hide in their hovels and nests until the dangerous feeling passed.
Not far from the Two Rivers, there was a very different reason for them hiding and, in increasing numbers, running away.
A mushroom cloud was rising from a smoking stretch of land that would have left most in awe but after 7 years, it was basically a monthly occurrence.
A soot-covered but unharmed Lind Frey was coughing and waving the dust away as he looked frustrated at black bits that were likely the refuse of his latest attempt to reach Heaven grade 6.
His latest attempt was Forging but it did not matter which profession he was attempting, they all resulted in the same devastating failure he currently looked at. He almost destroyed the castle when he tried to separate aspects from essence in grade 6.
