The outskirts of town.

The vast meadow, in this season of melting ice and water and abundant rain, grows a thick green like crazy, and as far as the eye can see, it seems to have no end when it meets the mountains.

When Ahia got off the carriage, for a moment she thought she was back in Northron.

Her heart shook, staring straight at the grass without seeing the border, slowly squatted down, plucked a blade of grass from the ground, and put it in front of her eyes for a ...