[center]"Small birds flap overhead in the midday sun. Summer has begun, you can almost feel it in your core. The wind caresses your face and the birds chatter carelessly as you make your way to the tavern. You finally reach the place - beautiful in it's own special way. You push open the wooden door and are greeted by the other townsfolk, some of them your close friends, and others kindly neighbors. You momentarily reflect on how lucky you were to have ended up here in Erihurst."[/center]