The first breath of spring swept through all of Ulfrhiem in a gentle whisper, carrying with it the unmistakable smell of the season of flowers. Winter’s icy grip had loosened and the ocean lands of Hongerige had finally began to stir, their work starting up again as everything finally thawed out. Snow melted into small streams that flowed freely down rocky slopes, cutting paths through the bits of ice that stubbornly remained. The rivers bubbled in their new found freedom, their gurgling loud as they broke through the newly unfrozen ground. The sky above seemed to stretch on endlessly above the water, a shade so blue that it almost didn’t seem real. Fisherfel’s swarmed the docks of Hearth, hustling around with practiced ease to ready their ships to be sea bound once again. There was much to do after winter had forced them to moor, a lot of tasks had to wait for the spring to be tended to. Nets needed to be mended, sails needed to be cast out to air against the salty breeze, and hulls