In Hurel Village, rain danced on cobblestone streets in the early morning light, filling the air with a continuous -tat-tat-tat-tat- sound that some found soothing and Owain Lothian found to be incredibly irritating, especially when he was out in the cold, wet rain at such an unreasonable hour of the morning.
Located a day's ride south and east of Lothian City, Hurel Village was one of the oldest in Lothian March and it should have been renamed Hurel Town long ago when it became home to more than ten thousand people living either within the village walls or on the surrounding farms, but doing so would have required promoting the knight who presided over the village to a baron and the Lothian March had reached its limits on barons long ago.
