<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/7pULoG3l.png)</div><br/>For the people without a place, it's not been an easy journey through the hillside. The terrain is rugged and dry, the vegetation thinning out until there are few places to hide, find food or to take shelter from the sun overhead. But the people filing across the dry land do not die easily, nor do they give up. They are a motley lot--there are few young men and women among them, most of their number being the aged or young--the ones who would not be the first choice for war. Once one of the People of the Stag, they do not know what to call themselves now. These new lands are strange, and there have been close calls with ghosts or with beastfolk. But they have faith that their new leader will find--or earn--a name for them.<br/><br/><em>For how can you fail, when a warrior of the Sun leads you?</em><br/><br/>What bought their leader here anyway? Was it a desire to get as far away as possible from their old home and the old god, the one that would call them a heretic for not dying as they were supposed to? Or was it a faint feeling of familiarity, a sense that the nonexistent road through these hills has been crossed once before, when the world was not broken? And that it will lead her to....something? A memory too faint to even be identified as good or bad?<br/><br/>Water is scarce on the trail, so when the scouts reported a natural spring bubbling up from the rock in a secluded valley where there is enough soil and water to live, it was an obvious place to stop. But the only problem is that someone already lives there--and the village announced their presence with a motley but hardened militia of archers greeting you at the entrance to the valley, the suspicion palpable in the air at these sudden new arrivals.<br/><br/>Hands reach for weapons, but don't draw yet. Hanging heavy and unspoken in the air are what the once-warriors of the Stag think.<em>We can kill these soft farmers and take what we need. Only give the order and--</em><br/><br/>But for a moment, nobody speaks.