After a windy night the morning air is a couple degrees milder than yesterday, but will no doubt warm up to it’s more usual temperature as soon as the sun rises from behind the Gray Cliffs. Beyond the earthen walls of the Hill Fort amid the variety of wooden stakes and packed earthen mounds a group of soldiers, their affiliation announced by the turquoise banner attached to a weapon or piece of armour, prepare to go on patrol. They will march west down the grassland to the area of the Cliff Nest to make sure the bird people have not realigned themselves with the dark elves, before entering the foothills of the Grey Cliffs, continuing to the suburbs of the unnamed forest that marks the border of the tamed land on this island.<br/>As a peace offering to the fruit farmers a secondary patrol numbering a score is also preparing to head out to inspect the mango and lemon trees for damage and see what can be done about the rise in population of the scamper monkeys.<br/>Alongside the soldiers of the Hill Fort, others affiliated with the military fortification also rise with the sun. The halfling Nassi, who had been visiting his sister Captain Rosed, idly bounces pebbles off random stakes, waiting for his sibling to return for a final farewell before he returns to the forest. Others too stand on the earthen wall as they prepare to leave.