The wind gently rustled through the imposing trees surrounding the village of Freiden, making the leaves sway almost harmoniously. Vador, accompanied by his colleagues, treaded cautiously along the rugged path leading to what would soon become their new base.
Freiden, once a thriving and sophisticated elven village, had been abandoned for years. The former inhabitants had sought refuge in the fortress, leaving behind a place imbued with exotic beauty and mystery.
As they approached the first structures, Vador couldn't help but feel a mix of fascination and curiosity. Though many of the houses were damaged, a recent battle evident in their scars, the elegance of the place remained undeniable. The finely carved arches, the gracefully curved roofs, and the lush gardens were reminders that the elves had refined this village to their tastes.
