With the world-altering events of the past week, the continent of Maud’Madir feels, all at once, too big and too small. But in the tiny hamlet of Tempest Grove, problems still brew steadily beneath the surface. Strange visions dance in loops within places devoid of magic, and the power-hungry gnaw at the edges of the Grove, like starving cats on skeletal fish. Old eyes keep watch now, in hopes that changes can be made. And who better to make changes, than one’s self…