Early in the morning, a charming little wagon departed the Midway Haven. Hodge-podge, reminiscent of a patchwork blanket, the vehicle is painted in every shade of a sunset. At its helm, an elven man with a cinnamon complexion, and an auburn-haired fellow of intimidating stature. They steer the oxen westward, passing through Vallaki, and wending their way through wooded trails towards Berez, before disappearing into the hills...