Leaving It In Flames

The village of Tilon didn't have much of a bustle going on, though the village wasn't all that silent either. A few carts could be, seen moving out and entering into the city. These vehicles were being driven by middle age and old men, some women. Trade wasn't an easy feat in these villages, as the established markets were in the towns and cities. However, one or two merchants did pass by from time to time. After all, the produce was far cheaper at the source than anywhere else.

At the far edge of the village where the hilly landmarks lay, the chief's residence could be seen.

"Welcome, sir." The guards in leather gear with spears at the entrance, bowed to greet as he went past them and through the open gate.