-Alexis Lycan, 18 Years Old-
The rain is incessant as it batters the ground. Those who were caught outside are soaked, the coldness of it cutting down to the bone. Though the storm is bad, the citizens are not too bothered by it. Yes, they had lost a whole day of lumber harvesting and mining, but their houses are dry and warm. This was a far cry from just a few months ago. Their last Lord had exploited them, leaving them with nothing for them to survive on. All they could do was huddle miserably inside their shacks while wind and rain blew through the battered frames and roofs, soaking the inhabitants.