Rhea was back in her hometown.
After visiting the academy, she had been provided transport that brought her here—to Heinveil.
The town was under the command of Viscount Rowell, and, as expected from a noble serving under Eryndor, the place was thriving.
It had been nearly three years since she last walked these streets. She was only fifteen when she left, and now, at eighteen, she could see how much the town had changed. Or rather, how much it had grown.
As she passed through the main street, familiar sights greeted her. The shops were still owned by the same people she remembered, but their signboards were freshly painted, and their decorations had changed. The streets were cleaner, lined with trees on both sides, and she noticed traders and travelers passing by in carts and carriages.
Should I stop by the hunter's guild? The thought crossed her mind as she walked. She had worked both alone and in teams back when she was here.
