The full moon shone high over the southern region, bathing the land in pale silver light and giving Ka'z an unobstructed view of the world around him from the entrance of the training chamber carved into the hill. He stood there quietly, his arms hanging loosely at his sides as he stared down at the village with a dull, exhausted expression. The sight before him should have filled him with pride.
Over half a year ago, this entire region had been nothing more than a thick stretch of forest, with trees packed so densely together that sunlight barely reached the ground in some places. Now there were roads, homes, farms, livestock pens, workshops, the temple, the monument dedicated to Tud'or, and countless kobolds moving through the settlement that had once existed only inside Ka'z's imagination.
