The footsteps of autumn have tread upon the lands of the West Continent, the sweltering summer has finally ended, and almost overnight, the weather has turned cooler.
As the dawn barely breaks, the giant sun has yet to spread its rays, the lingering coolness of the night still envelops the streets and alleys of Aldernon. A refreshing breeze blows along the streets, lifting a few fallen leaves and scraps of paper at the corner, swirling between buildings, and then moving back to sway the bell hanging in a window, creating a tinkling sound.
Sam looked up at the bell making the noise, glanced at the sky outside which was far from bright, and then lowered his head to continue quickly swallowing a breakfast that could hardly be described as delicious — a small bowl of sticky vegetable soup, with pieces of hard, coarse bread soaked in it.
