A gentle breeze blew through the Territory of Wind.
The picturesque, cerulean sky shone a brilliant azure hue, the firmament free of clouds and bad weather. Sunlight cascaded gently down from above, warm and soft. Alden sighed as he sensed his serene surroundings lifting his spirit.
The Keeper's Apprentice wore a simple tunic, dark, and navy-blue beneath a set of leather armour, paired with loose pants and a leather scabbard on his hip. Alongside his eye patch and dirty-white hair, he looked the part of a young warrior, a hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword as he strode through the Territory of Wind.
Around him, people milled, going about their daily tasks; some carried lumber, others carried baskets filled with cotton and wool, while a few others dragged carts laden with crops, fresh milk and eggs. The soothing song of Zephyr wafted out from an open window of an establishment, adding an idyllic touch to the scene.
