The sun hung a little low in the sky, soon it would be evening. But the clouds were already dimming the skies before the sun could give its final kiss goodnight. The wind stood fairly still, the fragrant flowers growing pungent in smell and presence. It was almost a serene moment, one of those little slivers that remind you how much life is worth living.
The harpy had been here for a few days, along with a flock of ravens who aided her in the task of observing. There had been word that the rats were creating large nests once more. Which would become a problem really quick as it always had. Orchidia had a bad affinity of being somewhat a beacon for such pest but the residents could not tolerate it more than needed.