On a serene Lanarkian winter night, the tall pine trees stood like silent guardians by the tranquil pond, their branches occasionally disregarding the capricious nature of the passing wind, and at other times dancing playfully with its rhyme. The rustling foliage added a soft melody to the night as if joining in the ancient secrets that were being whispered in the stillness.
Cloaked in darkness yet illuminated by the moon's soft glow, Adela's countenance bore a solemn expression as she sought the inner strength to confront long-guarded secrets, dwelling within the depths of a select few.
"Sir Rauul..."
She pondered over which matter to prioritize, but Rauul's gaze had already zeroed in on the brooch on her robe.
"This mana stone is truly extraordinary," Rauul proclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"A mana stone?"
He nodded eagerly, a mischievous grin playing upon his lips.
