The tranquil village of Meadowbrook offered a much-needed respite. Nestled in a quiet valley, untouched by the recent conflicts, its thatched roofs and peacefully grazing sheep were a balm to Artemia and Gracier's battle-weary souls. They spent the first day tending to minor wounds, cleaning their gear, and simply breathing air not thick with the stench of smoke and death. The villagers, shy but grateful for the mere presence of such renowned warriors, offered them simple food and comfortable lodging in the local inn. It felt almost normal, a stolen moment of peace in a world rapidly descending into chaos.