Misty Vale

Baltazar stood at the overlook, a crossroad point and gateway on Foster Hill, marked by two large, ancient, white stones that had been transported here decades ago from somewhere far away. A shroud of blue-grey mist crept across the vale below as the grand peak of Bard's Blessing rose into a snowy crest beyond.

He adjusted his long shirt as he descended the long trail into the valley toward the large manse that stood out in front of the forest. Darkness seemed to grow as the clouds swallowed the sun. An uncertain destiny awaited him in that house and after his week of feet weary solo travel, it would soon be upon him. He hoped the future would smile upon him.