The village finally came into view. From the back of his burning steed, Percival could see the workers and builders sent by the Baron.
The noise of their hammers and saws filled the air.
Cuttleham was healing. Scaffolding hugged the sides of damaged cottages, and the smell of fresh timber mingled with the scent of the wet earth.
The villagers joined in as well, determined to bring back their village to the haven it once was. Some stopped to wave at him, others sent their children running to thank him.
Responding with nods, Percival unmounted his horse, returned it into its Space, and entered the inn.
The common room was empty. With everyone helping with the reconstruction, no one had time for ale or leisure.
The Innkeeper looked up from wiping the counter with his exhausted eyes.
"Mister Awakener," the man breathed, looking exceptionally relieved for a reason. "We... we were worried you'd moved on without a word."
