Winter slowly loosened its icy grip over the northern mountains, signaling a shift in the season. Although patches of snow still clung stubbornly to the shaded forests and rocky cliffs, the first hints of spring arrived to claim the landscape. Tiny streams, once imprisoned beneath thick ice, now flowed freely through the valleys, carrying fresh mountain water toward the villages below as the air itself felt different, holding the unmistakable promise of renewal.
Bloodstone Manor awakened with that same quiet sense of anticipation, and the Wall of Helpers had become one of the estate's most visited places. Every morning before beginning their duties, servants, guards, craftsmen, and even visiting merchants paused before the polished oak board. Some searched for familiar names while others simply smiled before continuing their work, comforted by the reminder that every contribution mattered.
