Built like any small, low-level and ordinary town of Salvar the buildings were arranged in a cluster, with the fields and woods and barns for livestock surrounding. They had thatched roofs and stonework walls, that could be made from the land and did not need many more supplies than what could be found locally. It was a tiny mostly self-sufficient habitat that needed only imports for luxury goods, but else could survive the harshest winter by itself.

Perfect for a simple new start. Celandine nodded her head and started down the main street, finding it as winding as any other. There was only a small market square, with dark narrow alleyways leading to the rest of the town. Because of the size of the place there seemed to just be one inn, which was the primary source of the smoke, and it had a sign outside it saying, "The Thresher's Rest."

That name suited her. It spoke of a farming community and little more. Quiet and peace was what she was hoping for and so the faun covered in her own knitted garments headed right towards it, barely noticing the tower from which a bell tolled.

There was little she knew of religion, aside from the goddess she had been raised on. Therefore she paid no heed to the symbols and stained windows of the tower, nor what time it said as she strode by. But for one who might know they spoke of a faith so deeply engrained into the hearts of the people here that nothing else mattered at the end of the day.

Nothing else.