The morning dawned with a heavy atmosphere, the usual warmth of the sun dulled by thick clouds that hung low in the sky. Elara woke early, her sleep fitful and troubled by vague dreams of shadows creeping at the edges of her mind. The tension in the air was palpable, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
As she dressed and prepared for the day, Elara's thoughts drifted to Kirin and Lyra, who were now en route to the next village in their efforts to expand the alliance. She hoped they were safe, but the nagging sense of unease gnawed at her. The successful meeting with Windreach had been a step in the right direction, but Elara knew better than to assume their path forward would be easy.
Stepping outside, she was greeted by Morgana, who seemed to share her concerns. The elder mage's usually calm demeanor was tinged with a hint of worry as she joined Elara at the edge of the village.
