The market sits quietly awaiting the first sounds of the crowd. Slowly the sun rises against the old stone walls playing tricks in the mist to the guards high above. In all directions green flowing plains stretch out to the horizon. To the east the mighty and true, battered coasts of Castle Rock. To the west stand tall and proud the brothers of stone and ore.
But here in the great city of Stonevale the shops are just opening. The weary eyes of their owners trace their fingers unlocking the doors for customers to enter. From ale and wheat, to toys and lumber the great city has it all. The market has gone from silence to a cheerful roar. The bards begin to set up instruments of granduer never to be seen else where in all of the world.
The market stalls filled to the brim with plump and ripe fruit. The blacksmith with his weapons and armor for the children to admire. In the courtyard of the ancient trees the monk from the temple trains deligently setting example of the gods and of his majesty.
Today the sun shines brightly, today the world is good.
A Day in Fantasy 