<em>As the sun breaches the eastern horizon, the little settlement of Meadowvale begins to stir. The farmers awaken to tend to their livestock, the tanner fires his stove to begin boiling hides, wood carvers trek to the trees to harvest their materials. Sunlight brings life to this town.<br/>   The past few years in this settlement have been very peaceful and quiet, if you don't count the droughts last year, showing population growth and economical growth. The same cannot be said for the capital of this countryside, Krynnberg. The city's leader and high priest has become distrustful of his underlings, and has sent patrols to all the outlying towns and villages to keep an eye on the mayors and lords. His age is robbing him of his senses. Meadowvale has dealt with these changes very well, welcoming the patrol of soldiers and catering to their needs, but other cities aren't as welcoming.</em><br/><br/>The young knight awakens from his sleep, his lip beaded with sweat from the early morning sun that was entering his window. He casually rolled from his bed, strapped on his boots and began composing his weekly report to the high priest. Everything in this village was running smoothly, shipments were leaving on time, caravans were arriving as scheduled, not even as much as a pickpocket had surfaced. This had been an event that was welcomed, but began to grow discomforting. It seemed out of place, that a country. filled with a distant rumble of unrest, could have such a "perfect" city.<br/>He casually dresses in his chainmail and tunic, straps on his scabbard, and heads downstairs to see if his subordinates were awake yet.