Jade Fang Temple

Mist was clinging to the orchard in the early hours of dawn, veiling the wooden training dummies and rope ladders that had suddenly became familiar sights for Redwood Estate's young orphans. There was a hush of anticipation that had replaced the usual noisy chatter of the kids, everyone was obviously aware that time was not and will not be a friend. The impending threat of rival factions, the old order, the footprint sightings of the stalkers, and Syrin's arrival had manifested a new urgency over their daily duties.