In the Northern Woods
The dense and varied woodland of the Northern Wood has been broken up a little here, and a real glimpse of the sky is finally visible. The oak and white pine trees still dominate the area, but a small plot of land has been cleared for a sort of garden-meadow. A goat stands in a pen near the edge of the clearing, and a deep well has been dug there as well, walled up so that no one will stumble in. Set back into the trees and brush, where it would be almost hidden if it did not have the goat pen to mark it, is a small cottage-like house. Because of the thick undergrowth, it’s rather hard to see any distinct paths
leading out of the clearing.
Jana stands in her garden, pulling up late summer carrots.
Lanisen follows the path from the watchtower, alone this time, no horse or hound to carry his things or announce his arrival. He looks thinner than he did, but his hair is neatly trimmed and he looks like he’s been getting a healthy amount of sun.
Jana straightens, rubbing her back. She squints at the figure, frowning, and drops her carrots in a basket before making her way over to him. “Lanisen?”