Plans for future

Late January,1825,

The battle had left its scars, but life had a way of pushing forward.

In the aftermath of destruction, the people of the barony slowly returned, their resilience shining through as they worked to rebuild their homes and livelihoods. One side of the town, which was destroyed, was now being renewed.

The streets, once filled with the sounds of battle, were now alive with the hammering of nails, the creaking of carts, and the voices of merchants setting up their stalls once more.

Trade resumed, and with it, the pulse of the barony grew stronger. The fear that had gripped the town during the siege began to fade, replaced by a renewed determination.

Jolthar stood upon an open plain, his sharp gaze scanning the land before him. Beside him stood Cleora, her posture poised yet thoughtful as she observed the area.

"This is it," Jolthar murmured, crossing his arms.