Winter has broken and Spring is upon the Territories. Patrols of Guardmice have been dispatched from Lockhaven to take stock of the towns and villages, yourself among them.
There is news that the Eastern Scent Border may be compromised. Melting snow and ice has made the roads treacherous and countless beasts and predators stir from their winter sleep.
The weather is bright for now, but dark clouds loom on the horizon, heralding spring rain.