Far from the chaos at Aquarene, and the heating impending war between Blazzarene and Ignareth, Queen Lyra of Aquarene traveled east to the fortified region of Woodsaw, seeking an audience with its sovereign. Her journey spanned treacherous mountain passes and mist-laced valleys, each step taking her further from the sea's embrace and deeper into the dense and ancient woods of the east. Her convoy, a line of glinting armor and regal banners, stirred whispers in the scattered eastern settlements they passed.
She arrived in Sowpike City, the industrious and bustling heart of Zarka, Woodsaw—a place where the scent of smelted iron mingled with pine, and where the clang of steel rang through the air like a battle hymn.
Merchants called out their wares along cobbled stone roads, and the hum of forges echoed from alley to avenue. Hunters unloaded pelts while engineers carted gears and parts, each citizen contributing to a society built on endurance and precision.
