Kawaru was standing in a large crowd, watching a heated game of chess go on between Kelrod and Mia. Kelrod had been playing skillfully, with a defensive strategy that Kawaru himself liked to mimic when he dabbled in the game of wits. However Mia was a juggernaut, willing to sacrifice her own pieces to achieve small gains. At first it seemed reckless, almost without thought, then suddenly Mia had the obvious upper hand. Victory came swift for her, almost as swift as the look of defeat that appeared on Kelrod's face. Kawaru joined the crowd in a whoop for Mia's victory. He was about to sit down and ask Kelrod if he was in the mood for another game when Garoth called for the rooms attention. Even though Kawaru was a few yeas older than Garoth he respected him more than most, and was honored to know such a fine man. 

What Kawaru heard stunned him. Had the gods finally set their sights on the village, or was this some unknown threat? Either way it did not seem good. He had heard stories of the terrible creatures that the gods were capable of dreaming up, and it took dozens of well armed men to take them down. The village barely had enough arms to supply the Guardians, let alone form a militia with the townsfolk. No. Kawaru visibly shook his head to chase away the doubts. The Guardians could handle this, together.