Ashwood
Ashwood was a quiet village tucked away in a lush, secluded valley. Its rubblestone streets wound through modest stone cottages with thatched roofs, and the warm, earthy scent of hay and freshly tilled soil danced in the cool evening air. Lanterns and torches flickered softly, giving birth to long, dancing shadows across the streets. The occasional neighing of horses and the creak of wooden carts punctuated the stillness, giving the village an aura of timeless serenity. It was peaceful out here.
