Location - The village of Oakhaven, Vale of Man Time - Late afternoon Date - Day 23, Month of the Thaw --- The sight is one of mundane fragility. A handful of timber-and-thatch buildings cluster around a dirt square, choked with the scents of woodsmoke, baking bread, and wet earth. The distant clang of a blacksmith's hammer provides a steady rhythm to the village's slow life. Snippets of conversation drift on the breeze. Marta the Baker: "...I'll not be short-changed again, Hemlock! My children ...