Winterseed Village
It has been more than twenty-four hours now since the men left for war, and the village has become really calm thanks to the efforts of Riela, Brandon, and the soldiers. Nevertheless, while the villagers no longer revealed their worries verbally, inwardly, they were all concerned and praying for the safe return of Lord Rowan and his soldiers.
It was the afternoon hours, and Riela could be seen speaking to a group of young ladies gathered at a corner in the large village square. The ladies were of varying ages, ranging from the youngest, who was twelve, to the oldest, who is in her late twenties.
Riela held a small needle, a long strand of thread, and a piece of clothing, performing simple sewing tasks on it as she explained to the young ladies.
They all listened attentively, their eyes shining brilliantly, showing their interest in learning.
