Change had swept across the fortress city in the Vale of Mists, and countless streets and buildings were in the early stages of construction. On any other day, the sounds of stonemasons' chisels, carts groaning under the weight of materials, and workmen shouting instructions to each other would fill the air, but today, the city outside the fortress walls felt all but deserted.
Instead, it was the ancient fortress itself that bustled with energy as the courtyards and baileys of the fortress quickly filled with revelers from nearly every farm and village within the Vale, along with thousands more from lands across the mountains. Bright colorful tents lined the fields between the inner and outer walls of the fortress, and the air was filled with the sounds of children's laughter and bright, celebratory music.
