Traveling after the blue-eyed man, the party passes into a great mist and finds themselves in the distant past. This is still Erenth, and still Westrun, but the Eight Kingdoms have not yet come to be. This is the world just after the fall of the Vyrum Empire. The human cities that the party has come to know don't exist, yet. Most men live in roaming tribes, or behind palisades of wood, seeking out whatever strong men they may muster to call their leaders.
After a few days of travel, they come upon what was once the Summer House of the Primum of this province. The Summer House is a stately manse surrounded by a garden, in a picturesque countryside. It is surrounded by a low, stone decorative wall. Therein, are the holed up staff of the Vyrum Prince do their best to hold this estate against the never-ending stream of Urok pouring into the countryside, looking to loot what they can from the abandoned Vyrum Empire.
The party meets Filip, a guardsman of that house who sees no future in waiting for a horde to take them. He decides to leave and make his way in the wider world with the party.
Where Treft will one day be, rises the high towers and concentric encircling rings of stone of the mighty Vyrum Keep of the Magnar of the West Run. A rare few humans, the domesticated and educated Tren who were once enslaved by the Vyrum, now struggle for power behind their unwitting benefactor's stone walls. From all around the area, human tribes fleeing the Urok tribes have come seeking protection. The Tren gardeners, cooks and doormen of the former glorious estate now imagine themselves their rulers.
As the party beholds the now tarnished spires of the Magnar's Keep, they see that a great Urok horde is moving in to lay seige. They make contact with the residents who offer to give them weapons of metal (a very valuable commodity) if they will somehow rid them of their scourge. The party demurs, and after trading what they can, sneaks out under cover of broad daylight and continues tracking the blue-eyed man.
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