Ralthavar woke up early this morning for the Harvest Festival. This would be his last year to compete for the Harvest Cup, since by his next birthday he planned to leave for Neverwinter. Eating a hearty breakfast Ralthavar gathered his few belongings and headed out of the house. Outside he saw his old friend Taimane. She was already a skilled mercenary while Ralthavar had been living in West Harbor for most of his life. But that would change eventually. Walking up to Taimane Ralthavar gave her a friendly smile and wave. 

[b]"Taimane! Nice to see you again. Looks like this is our last year to compete in the Harvest Festival. Ready to take home the prizes this time?"[/b]