The nobles' hunting grounds at the outskirts of Lancaster.
Given that the hunting grounds were set up specially for the nobility, there naturally was a sturdy wooden hut that was decorated exquisitely as a resting stop, aside from the rich variety of game.
With the fine environment, beautiful sceneries and the constant patrols that kept it free from monsters, there would always be nobles bringing their families even outside of hunting season for a stroll.
The hut had a single door, and while it was very convenient for the patrols to keep watch from, things were very different at the moment.
"Mommy, I'm scared…" A girl was shaking in her mother's arms.
"It's going to be alright, Gwendolyn… Your grandfather will come for us." The gentle noblewoman was gently patting her head and consoling the girl repeatedly.