That night, a storm like none anyone living could recall savaged the western territories of Lothian March. From the northernmost edge of Dunn Barony to the southern edge of Hanrahan Barony and as far east as the Village of Maeril the storm stretched out its claws, leaving none unscathed.
In the small hamlet of Cal's Watch, lightning split the sky with a thunderous -CLACK- -BOOM- that shook the walls of houses, knocking dishes off shelves while more than a dozen farm dogs answered back, barking and howling at the noise of the night.
From his place atop the hamlet's watch tower, Ennis pulled his heavy wool cloak tight around his shoulders while tugging the hood down to keep it secure against the wind. The sounds of bleating sheep rose from the pens near the gate while the mooing of spooked cattle could be heard drifting on the wind from beyond the hamlet's palisade walls.
-CLACK- -BOOM-
