Kyle looked at the town in front of him.
It was surrounded by huge trees, and there was an even bigger tree in the middle of the town.
The tree was almost a kilometer tall, which was crazy.
Kyle had been there several times before, and he knew this town very well.
The town was called Spirit Oak due to the tall tree in the middle, and it was around 200 kilometers southwest of Starkhold.
The town was on the edge of the Stark Brotherhood's territory, and it bordered two territories from two other Three-Weapons Guilds.
This was where the Ancient Bark Guild resided.
Every year, the Ancient Bark Guild would meet with the representatives of the three Guilds to decide which Guild would receive preferential treatment.
The surrounding 100 kilometers of territory almost entirely depended on the Ancient Bark Guild's goodwill.
The Stark Brotherhood had held the position for several years, but that could change.
"Are you ready?" Kyle asked his companion.
