The local area had not seen this much peace in weeks. The militant presence which had tormented the local fisherman in the area had packed up and returned to New Gloria just hours earlier, and the residents of the town were still firmly locked indoors. No one yet dared to venture outside for fear of another spontaneous attack which had previously been so prominent.

The lakeside was eerily calm, matching the dead silence which surrounded the edges of the main harbour town.

The old man walked sombrely through the naked streets, and stopped to rest by an opening in the bushes, which presented a peaceful view of the open water.
As Mekkelan rose up the short steps to under the shade of an old tree, the wind slowly picked up. Not paying much mind to the change in climate that came along with it.