In the Vale of Mists, during the very small hours of the morning when the summer sun had yet to peak above the hills to the east and the sky was host to a myriad of colors from yellow-gold, to burning orange and pale, powder blue, Ollie made his way quietly downstairs from his luxurious quarters in one of the castle's five towers.
In the months since he arrived in the Vale of Mists, he'd slowly grown accustomed to the large feather mattress, the soft, silky sheets and the scent of freshly laundered linens that wrapped around him when he lay down every night. He'd even grown accustomed to the comfortable, well tailored clothing he was provided along with sturdy, well made boots.
