In the port-town of Sandpoint, the residents were abuzz. It was the night before the Swallowtail Festival, most sacred of holy days to their patron goddess Desna. Not only that, but the Festival would also consecrate Sandpoint’s new cathedral.
For five years, in the wake of the Late Unpleasantness, the citizens of Sandpoint had toiled to raise a new place of worship. The memories of fire and murder were still fresh in the minds of some of the port-town’s denizens, but an indomitable spirit had helped them leave their past behind. Tomorrow was a new day, a special day.