Nestled beneath swirling snowstorms, a mansion perched atop a hill, its winding steps twisting toward a welcoming entrance. Inside, the lingering heat from last night's Fire Spire mingled with the gentle glow of the fireplace, wrapping the rooms in a cocoon of comfort.
This was neither a moment for violence nor for idleness. At last, Asahi stood on land he could truly call his own. The past five days had pressed on him with relentless urgency, but today, he allowed himself a rare pause. He had earned this quiet, hard-fought peace.
. . .
And so, the six people dwelled in the house, changing their rooms, cleaning dust mites, and just generally making the place feel more homey. Some had moved the shelves, while others brought in chairs. It was a house not too far from Blacksmith Haven, but at the same time, it wasn't too close to Erkunshinkdle City, close to a frozen river.
