The town of Ferndale was a lush gem nestled in an endless sea of golden wheatgrass, its beauty a stark contrast to the untamed wilderness beyond. A sturdy stone wall, softened by the embrace of creeping vines and weathered brick, encircled the settlement like a protective sentinel. At its heart stood a grand timbered gate, tall and proud, framed by ornate carvings and wrought-iron accents. A pair of vigilant guards flanked the entrance, their polished armor glinting faintly in the sunlight.As the dirt path transitioned into the town, it gave way to rough cobblestones, their uneven surfaces whispering tales of countless footsteps over the years. The buildings lining the streets were a harmonious blend of brick, plaster, and timber. Wooden beams crisscrossed their facades, adding character to the structures, while roofs of thatch and aged wood bore the weight of time and the elements.Nature had claimed parts of Ferndale as its own. Vines and wildflowers adorned the walls, spilling over windowsills and climbing to the rooftops, their greenery wrapping the town in a vibrant, living blanket. The overgrowth didn't diminish the town's charm but enhanced it, giving it the air of a place where nature and humanity coexisted in harmony.The streets teemed with life. Merchants peddled their wares from stalls brimming with colorful fruits, glimmering trinkets, and vibrant textiles. Bakers carried trays of steaming bread, their tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. People strolled leisurely, their faces bright with smiles as they exchanged greetings and laughter.Children darted between the adults, their playful shouts and giggles ringing like a melody. They chased each other through the streets, weaving through the bustling crowd with boundless energy. Nearby, friends and families gathered in small clusters, their conversations blending into a soothing symphony of camaraderie.Ferndale wasn't merely a town; it was a celebration of life. Every brick, every laugh, and every blossoming vine seemed to speak of a place where hardship was met with resilience and joy was an abundant harvest. It was a town that welcomed strangers and embraced its own, a haven of warmth and vitality amidst the rolling plains.Tyr's wide-eyed wonder spoke volumes as he took in the sights. "Woah, this place is so beautiful. It's amazing," he breathed, his voice filled with awe.Hagar chuckled, his smile warm. "This is Ferndale, boy—the town of golden waves."Tyr tilted his head, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "Why does everyone look so happy?"Hagar's tone grew thoughtful as he answered. "The people of Ferndale live in peace, far from the troubles of large cities. They don't worry about war or strife. They feel safe here, and that brings joy."Tyr's expression shifted, a hint of sadness creeping into his gaze. "I wish Raina could see this place," he muttered softly.Hagar glanced at him, his brow arched. "What was that, boy?"Tyr hesitated before speaking louder. "Oh, nothing… I was just thinking how much Raina would love to see this place."Hagar's voice softened. "I see. Well, I'm sure one day she will."Tyr's face brightened, determination replacing his earlier melancholy. "Yeah! I'm gonna bring her here, and she can meet you too!"Hagar chuckled again, a warm glint in his eye. "I look forward to it."As the pair walked down the cobblestone street, a man clad in armor—a guard of the town watch—approached them. His demeanor was friendly, his posture welcoming. "Ah, Hagar! It's been a while. Great to see you again," the guard said, his tone light.Hagar nodded, matching the man's cheer. "Good to see you too, Knight Voss."The man waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, no need to be so formal. I told you, just call me Rickard." He paused, searching for the right words. "So, what brings you to Ferndale, Hagar?"Hagar chuckled, gesturing to Tyr. "I've come to restock some supplies. I had a guest eat me out of everything I had left."Rickard's gaze shifted to Tyr, who stood slightly behind Hagar, wary of the stranger. "Ah, I see you've got yourself a little companion," Rickard said, kneeling to Tyr's level. His gesture was one of respect, his outstretched hand inviting. "The name's Rickard. What's yours, lad?"Tyr hesitated, confusion and mistrust flickering across his face. He wasn't used to such kindness, and it unsettled him. Hagar, noticing the hesitation, gave Tyr a firm nudge. "It's impolite to ignore a knight's gesture," he said sternly."Ow!" Tyr winced, rubbing the back of his head. Reluctantly, he reached out and shook Rickard's hand. "M-my n-name is T-Tyr," he stammered.Rickard's grip was gentle, his smile kind. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Tyr. A friend of Hagar is a friend of mine." He released Tyr's hand and stood, his kind eyes lingering on the boy.For the first time, Tyr felt a warmth that was unfamiliar yet comforting, settling in his chest.Hagar's voice cut through the moment. "So, is that old grouch still alive?"Rickard scratched the back of his head, an awkward laugh escaping him. "Oh… you mean… yeah, he's still alive. Miserable as ever, though."Hagar let out a low chuckle. "Well, I guess we should be on our way now."Rickard's expression shifted to one of mild alarm. "Wait, Hagar. Don't tell me you're going to see him. Don't you remember what happened last time?"Tyr noticed the nervous edge in Rickard's voice and thought, Why does he look so freaked out?Hagar's tone grew heavy, his words deliberate. "I haven't forgotten."Rickard sighed, stepping aside. "Well, you must have your reasons. It was great seeing you, Hagar. And it was a pleasure meeting you, Tyr." He gave a small wave as the pair continued down the cobblestone street.Tyr tugged on Hagar's cloak, signaling for his attention. "I'm hungry," he admitted, his cheeks reddening as his stomach let out a loud rumble.Hagar's laughter rumbled like thunder. "Very well. You deserve a hearty meal. Treats are on me." He placed a hand on Tyr's head, ruffling his hair. "Follow me. I know just the place."They walked until they reached a large building at the end of the street. It was two stories tall, with yellow-stained windows and walls wrapped in vines blooming with bright yellow flowers. Above the door hung a sign that read The Golden Flower Cantina.Tyr's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Woah, this place is cool! What's a cantina?"Hagar chuckled. "A place where adults spend too much time."Tyr frowned, confused. "But I'm not an adult.""Don't worry. During the day, anyone's allowed in. Plus, they have the best food this side of the Evergreen Forest.""Ah, okay!" Tyr ran up to the door, but paused as he heard a loud crash and muffled commotion from inside. He turned back to Hagar. "I think people are fighting in there."Hagar pushed the door open without hesitation. As sunlight spilled into the cantina, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to the towering figure of Hagar, his presence casting a long shadow over the room. Tyr peeked out from behind him, his gaze locking onto the source of the commotion.A small girl, about his size, stood atop the bar counter. Her long black hair was disheveled, her blue eyes wide and defiant, and her freckled face streaked with dirt. Tyr's heart leapt. There was no mistaking her.Before he could think, he dashed forward, shouting, "Raina!"