The stormy events of autumn are behind us. Everyone understands that nothing is finished yet, that this period of calm is just the calm before the storm. Elven archers are constantly on guard on the border of the Principality of Elo, and horse patrols cruise along the Soen Plain. Drow warriors, following an ancient oath, are preparing an army for a campaign to the South. But so far everything is quiet. Academy students are gnawing on the granite of science. Guardsmen are preparing to become officers, magicians are mastering their gift. Youth takes its toll, fatigue no longer knocks you down, and in the evenings couples walk along Kuitane-Arli. Life goes on.