September 30, 1345.
Lliw Village,
The city of Tyrene,
The Wine center of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
She wiped the sweat from her head with the back of her hand and looked all around her. Women worked tirelessly stomping on grapes and other berries for wine while the men slaved away weeding and trimming the large vineyard. Half of those men she knew to be mercenaries hired by her father.
It had been a month since the Harvest Festival and they hadnt still attacked. The tension kept her on her toes and she was sure that was the how he wanted them to feel. They had come in the tens and now the village was crawling with them.
