Radasanth was abuzz. South, overlooking the forests of Concordia, a hill had begun to attract attention. It had gone generations without note, crowned with dark slate ruins. The withered and broken walls that jutted haphazardly at the summit had begun to be taken back by nature. Twisting stems of ivy and creeping vine washed up brick, and grabbed the iron gates to the side of the old ruins in a stranglehold. Never before had the people of the countryside or the citizens of the towns and city really or truly cared to know what artifacts of ancient times still lay behind those gates.

It was when thin puffs of smoke began to wander from the courtyard behind the gates that people began to take notice. As always happened when curiosities shone in the world, rich men paid brave men to find the answers. It was at a small dairy farm at the edge of the city, overlooking the rolling countryside with the hill (colloquially called Chimney Mountain by Radasanthians) a faded blue and tiny in the distance.

Skie dan Sabriel sat on the fencing, swaying slightly as she kept her balance against the morning breeze. Dew glistened along the grass, her footsteps a dark trail among the glittering blades. She was clad in elven hunting leathers, the hems embroidered with flourishes that were modestly decorative but still practical. Her longsword was in her lap, ill-suited to be strapped to her side as she sat on the fence. Her long dark hair had been braided and bound behind her and sharp navy eyes were scanning the road for the others she was to meet.

Her face was set in a look of disapproval, not for any companion that might meet her there, but rather for thoughts on what she'd been told may wait for them behind the walls of what once may have been a mighty castle. What had the others been told?

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