As the morning dawned, the first ray of sunlight penetrated the thin clouds and sprinkled on the vast fields. At the end of the field, a small village sat quietly, with smoke rising from the cooking pots.
In the village, in front of a simple wooden house, Dundick rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.
He pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a breeze mixed with the smell of earth blew into his face.
