Iris wasn't sure what to expect on her first visit to the town of Greydale, but she thought that she wouldn't be able to know unless she saw it for herself. The place was buzzing with people, just like the typical atmosphere of a festival. She could see young elves running around, as the music continued to play. The paths were filled with lanterns and colorful flags that add to the festive ambiance around the place.
When she lifted her gaze up to the sky, she could see the faint dome that was protecting its citizens from Lord Kieran's curse. She could sense that it was made with a high level magic spell. However, she couldn't recognize the magic used on it and Iris could only surmise that it wasn't Lord Kieran's.
"Ricci!" A person called out the fae.
