Inside the little village were numerous smoke clouds. At first glance, the amount of smoke above town would make it appear as if it had been raided a few hours before and set ablaze. However, as little Gushrak got closer,he would find no charred ruins. The hunt had been good, and for the first time this year, the Thegn called for a feast. At first, this was to Utha's dismay, as this feast would make his job twice as difficult. The town already had problems sustaining itself on its own, ever since most of the outside trade had ended.

Eventually, Utha agreed with his Lord's decision. In times like this, morale was subpar, even in the quiet little town. Once upon a time traders would sell goods here, and stop for supplies themselves. Now it was a thing of the past, and the villagers had little heart left. For little Gushrak, he would go unnoticed as the wives prepared meals and the men and children played games.