Life started like any day in Payshtha The changeover of the guard the farmers and hunter's started the days jobs the traders made their way to the trading hubs, Nothing happened out the ordinary. 
As it was with anyday the recruits went on a run through the Valley while getting chased by the trainers. the sound of metal on metal echoed through the valley just as it did everyday of the year it was the second month of the new year and it had been a month since the councell of Payshtha took their seats. This year it was headed by a general by the name of Bjomolf The bearwolf. it was said he was as big and as strong as a bear but as agile and cunning as a wolf. His track record of not letting a single invader enter the valley was renowned. but he was a military man at heart no politician, but with the rest of the councell of 25 other men and women he was confident this year would run smoothly. 

The Valley though in the North was protected from the harsh winds that swept the mountains and ice fields above, so their growing season always started in the second month with a festival known as the great seed, 12 of them was planted to represent the 12 families that came together and to produce the ale for the New year celebrations. 

Everything was going well and he was expecting an emissary from Qutemara nation, they had long been at truce but like all truces it was fragile prone to damage it could be twisted and warped. and unlike the great difficulty it took to reach it, it could take two words to destroy it. Bjomolf would not let this happen.