The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long pass, the rain fell on the village of Ostin Falls. The rain was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
The small village of Ostin Falls is dealing with the bizarre weather that has been taking hold of the land. It is a scant few weeks until Bel Tine which should signify that Spring has well and truly taken hold however the weather does not agree. The village is being lashed with non-stop storms.
Fresh off a close encounter with Dark Friends which took the life of Mara Sedai they are recovering from this by drinking way too much.
It is not long until the door opens into the tempest roaring outside to reveal a rather well dressed young man. He scans the crowd and his eyes shine when they alight on our small crew. Hurrying over he wastes no time enquiring if they would like to step in for a short stint as body guard duty.