The dawn broke over the village with a soft, golden light, a stark contrast to the tension that gripped Adrian and his companions. The team had been up for hours, finalizing their defensive strategies and preparing for the imminent threat. The old mill and the abandoned mine were their primary concerns, and they needed to act quickly to thwart any potential attacks.
As the first light of morning filtered through the inn's windows, Adrian sat at a small table, reviewing their plans. His thoughts were preoccupied with the ominous letter he had received the previous night. The cryptic warning about Thomas Greene and the mention of his own past weighed heavily on his mind. He glanced at the letter tucked away in his pocket, its words echoing ominously in his thoughts.
Alaric entered the room, his expression a mix of determination and concern. "We're ready to move out, Adrian. The others are waiting."
