Midwinter Town: A Novella
The day was warm. The bard, Aster, and his group walk down the steps that once were a place of significant importance for the late Irstiaran Empire. Centuries ago, this place was the capital of the same empire. The empire lasted for centuries, since it was first created, only to be destroyed by barbarians. What a lame way to end.
Aster stops for a moment, looks at the magnificent ruins. He has an idea. The groups halts.
“Are you thinking, which I am thinking?” he said, playing with his hat.