The Silabunton Feast - Part 1

Winter had just spent its cruelest breath when four explorers set their sights on the mountains.

They sought the elusive frostmoss, an herb prized for its power to mend flesh and fever,

known only to grow where the cold itself seemed alive. Its worth was measured not in gold but

in survival, and so they climbed. Their names were Mico, Lerion,

Philly, and Joran. Mico carried laughter and liquor wherever he went,

more burden than help, but a charm in misery. Lerion bore the map and the pride

of wanting to prove himself right at any cost. Philly was all bravado, hunting knife at

his side, wit sharper still. And Joran, steady and stern, was their leader,