The wagons creaked to a halt as the group arrived at Grafen. The sight before them was a mix of hope and despair—partially ruined buildings stood alongside patches of cultivated land, where diligent efforts had been made to restore some semblance of normalcy. In the distance, the castle loomed, a majestic yet battle-worn structure that spoke of both grandeur and the ravages of war.
Lyan stepped down from his wagon, his eyes scanning the town. The townsfolk had gathered, their expressions a mix of curiosity, hope, and weariness. It was clear that they had endured much and were now placing their hopes on their new baron.
"Welcome, Baron Evocatore! We've been awaiting your arrival," a townsman greeted, bowing slightly. His clothes were simple, and his face bore the lines of a hard life, but his eyes were bright with hope.
Lyan nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "Thank you. Let's work together to restore Grafen to its former glory."
