Soft morning light filtered through the heavy fog in the Vale of Mists, spilling into guest rooms in the ancient fortress that hadn't seen much use in decades. Now, however, the number of people who had become 'guests' of Nyrielle's fortress had grown large enough that even Georg needed a bit of help keeping up with the demands of so many unique individuals.
In one of those guest rooms, it was the combination of the light pouring in through the windows and the smell of spiced sausages and fresh bread that roused Liam Dunn from sleep.
"Where am I?" Liam asked as he sat up in the plush bed, throwing back the warm, comforting blankets and looking around the luxurious bed chamber in confusion. "This doesn't look like the rooms in Sir Garrik Maeril's castle…"
