The morning sun filtered softly through the trees surrounding New Haven, casting dappled light across the town as people went about their routines. It was a rare moment of calm, but as George knew all too well, peace never lasted long in this world. Just as he was beginning to catch his breath from the latest skirmishes, urgent news came in, carried by a scout who'd just returned from a trip into the mountains.
George gathered with his core team in the town hall, each of them eyeing the scout with curiosity and expectation. He was a wiry young man named Callum, usually calm and collected, but today his face bore an unmistakable look of excitement mixed with apprehension.
"What have you found, Callum?" George asked, his tone calm but eager. He was always on the lookout for anything that could help fortify New Haven and strengthen their odds against the endless threats they faced.