Fireday, Fertility Week, Storm Season, 1625
As the cold winds of Storm Season blew through the quiet streets of Laodice, Lieren walked through town, looking pensively about for any of her former companions. Eventually she made her way up to the manor, where a servant bowed and took her to see Illiaro. The Humakti was doing what he always did, training. Lieren cleared her throat, something she noticed humans did when they needed someone’s attention.