The people of the border town knew all too well where the thieves were causing trouble. Word spread quickly, and with the white-faced owl acting as their eyes in the sky, William and the Forum Master never had to search blindly. The owl flew swift and true, constantly relaying the precise locations of the marauding thieves, saving them precious time.
Their destination was Windmill Village, a quiet settlement nestled deep in the grasslands. The village took its name from its towering windmill, a landmark that could be seen from miles away. But peace had fled the village. As William and the Forum Master arrived, following the owl's path, chaos greeted them.
