Thankfully, the rest of their journey to Moonvale Village was uneventful.
The vale was a serene haven nestled within a lush valley, surrounded by towering, mountains that rose majestically all around it.
The mountains created a natural barrier that sheltered the village, giving it an almost enchanting quality.
They were arriving early in the morning, so the vale was bathed in a soft, warm light.
The village itself was a picturesque gathering of quaint, charming cottages with thatched roofs and stone walls covered in climbing ivy. Wooden beams and colorful flower boxes add a touch of warmth and homeliness to the architecture.
Cobblestone pathways wind through the village, leading to small, well-tended gardens and a central square where villagers gather. The air was filled with the sweet, fresh scent of blooming flowers and herbs, although this pleasant aroma was now marred by a faint, unpleasant odour caused by decaying spiritual plants.
