Golden rays of dawn spill over tranquil Silver Hollow, gracing stone cottages and happy faces with luminance clean and hopeful. Gentle summer breezes carry scents of ripening harvest across the village square where grateful folk now gather around returned heroes delivered from nightmare's shadow scant days before.
Approaching the modest central well whispering cool secrets to itself from elder epochs, the village chieftain ushers comrades into plain wooden benches arranged circular. Craggy features crease toward rumination beneath wind combed white locks as he prepares to share cherished history. Few outsiders prove worthy such elderly confidence, but these noble wayfarers unlocked liberation from looming doom by strange arts and selfless acts.