Amberser hovered above the ground as he inspected his territory and found that everything was in order.
The human settlers who had come seeking refuge had built their own houses, and their efforts to cultivate the land were bearing fruit. With the help of magic potions, they expected a bountiful harvest in a few days—a very large one, at that.
The humans were calculating the food they needed to offer as tribute and soon realized that life was indeed better than before. The sight of the ripening wheat eased much of their anxiety.
After the last battle, lords like the Porcupine Knight had suffered heavy losses. They dared not target Amberser anymore, instead turning their gaze upon their peers. With three lords perishing on the battlefield, no one knew what plans the Porcupine Knight and the others had made, but they were rapidly encroaching on the territories of the three fallen lords.
