The vigorous winds of spring blew on a green mountain, full of life in mid-spring the animals and birds could be seen running across the verdant fields.
On this mountain there was a village, faraway from anything, it was like many settlements in Vorian these days, isolated, and liked it that way. This village was simply called Green-mountain.
Strangers would rarely ever pay a visit to Green-mountain, it was small and far removed from any roads or trade routes. However on this day two strangers intruded on the peace of this village.
On one of the farms on Green-mountain, mountain goats lay dead. It seems like the goats fur was set on fire and they all burned to death.
This was akin to the family's living being destroyed but, to the blond woman with the irritated expression, that hardly mattered.
"I'm trying to talk and these distrusting fucking animals were annoying me, does anyone here have a problem with that?"
