The sun shone in a cloudless sky on festival day. Harvest crews were called in from the fields in the early morning, toting berries and herbs. The staff of the Wisdom Cafe set to work for hours, the aromas of stews, pies, and breads spreading throughout the village. And as the morning gave way to afternoon, villagers lifted colorful banners over ( Read more... )

A week since this new and strange transformation, and Conan had resigned himself to dealing with the current situation.  Until he could discover the reasoning behind the situation and the source of the transformation he would have to deal with this as best he could ( Read more... )

[It's been a few days since the first arrival of outsiders in New Shaleton, and while you all are doing your own things, finding houses, pestering residents, trying to find a way to get home, things like that, there is one little Torchic who is doing something that is maybe a little bit different ( Read more... )

The newcomers awaken in a meadow, lying beneath a gentle breeze in the shade of standing stones.


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