Lyan stood in one of the castle's many rooms, overlooking the preparations happening outside the window. He could hear the distant sounds of people bustling, laughter, and the occasional call of a vendor. Grafen was transforming in a way he had always imagined it could, filled with joy and color. For a city that had known pain, today was a day of renewal.
"Lyan! Chief! Look at us!" Lara's voice called from behind him, her excitement infectious. He turned around, his eyes meeting the sight of three mountain tribe women he had taken under his care. Lara, Tara, and Sigrid stood before him, each dressed in their traditional robes.
