The sun rises and peeks over the hills shining it’s light on the life below, encouraging the early morning mist to move along the ground seeking it’s bed. Life stirs. Birds, fluttering and stretching their wings, awaken from their long night of rest. Squirrels, with tails twitching, are peeking out of their holes looking for any signs of danger, so they can began their day of foraging. Further in to the forests, more animals awaken. Adding to the orchestration, sounds of yawning and stretching can be heard coming from the clans of Furbolgs waking up, and coming out of their dens.

    More sounds begin emanating as the morning continues, is that laughter? Ah, yes. A kitchen full of people breaking their fast, talking and laughing together. While, out in the courtyard sound of jesting and great battle plans are being made. As warriors sharpen their swords and practice stances, children are running and laughing, weaving in and out of obstacles chasing each other. These are the sounds of life and hope. Sounds that are well guarded and defended daily, by the friends and family of….