Shadows over Engalwood part 1

Chapter 14: Shadows over Engalwood Part 1

As the sun rose over the adventurer camp, Hi'kim prepared breakfast, the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs filling the air. His focus was. to craft a loving meal for Elizabeth, as this was the start of her becoming the center of his focus.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth emerged from her tent due to a smell that caused her stomach to grumble, her gentle demeanor illuminated by the soft morning light. Her dreary eyes quickly flew open at the sight before her, a scene that should not exist in such a forest setting: a frying pan hovering over a campfire, several bacon strips floating in the air, and an orange tree growing overnight with its fruits being plucked and squeezed of juice, amongst other simple feats of magic.

Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise at the magical display before her. But before she could make another move, the young wizard turned towards her, raising his hand and signaling for her to come; the blonde-haired maiden was lifted off the ground and levitated over to her. As she was lowered back down to the ground underneath her, tree roots emerged from the ground, shifting, twisting, and bending into a chair for her to sit and a table for her to eat at.

"I'm almost done. Just sit there," Hi'kim proclaimed as he floated what appeared to be a Cabernet Sauvignon Glass filled with orange juice into her hands. "Just let me know when you wish for a refill."

Elizabeth's heart swelled with warmth at Hi'kim's thoughtful gesture. She settled into the chair made just for her, feeling a sense of cherished affection from his actions.

"I... I'm at a loss for words," Elizabeth stammered, her eyes wide with astonishment as she sipped the orange juice. The sweetness of the juice danced on her tongue, surpassing any flavor she had ever experienced. "I've never seen you wield your magic in such a way before," she continued, her voice filled with wonder and awe.

Hi'kim smiled lovingly at Elizabeth's reaction, an expression she had only known him to do a few times. "I wanted to make this morning special for you," he confessed, his voice soft with sincerity. "You see, I did a bit of internal searching last now and realized that I may not have been truly appreciative of you... especially after everything you put up with..." He reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch tender and affectionate. But instead of melting into his touch like her heart wanted her to, the maiden froze stiff, the juice shaking in her hand.

Elizabeth's voice trembled with uncertainty as she questioned Hi'kim's words, her attempt to conceal her fear faltering with each passing moment. Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her secrets threatening to crush her under their burden. Had Hi'kim somehow discovered the truth? About the **** she endured, the continued infidelity just to keep him from learning the secret?

"I mean, just being here with me, you've forsaken the safety and comfort of your village to embark on these wild adventures," Hi'kim murmured, his hand tenderly tracing the curve of her cheek. "Leaving behind everything and everyone you've ever known, all for the sake of being by my side."

He paused, his gaze searching hers for affirmation, for that unwavering love and devotion he had come to expect from her. But instead, he found a flicker of something unfamiliar, a shadow of shame clouding her eyes.

"And then there was the chaos magic incident," he continued, his voice soft with concern. "You rushed headlong into danger, without a second thought, simply to be closer to me." His thumb brushed against her skin, a gentle caress which she slightly responded with apprehension.

At that moment, Hi'kim realized that beneath Elizabeth's serene facade lay a reservoir of unspoken fear and hurt. Even more now, he longed to ease her hurt, to chase away the shadows that haunted her, something he now truly believed his lack of affection for her was the fault.

Elizabeth quickly slammed her eyes shut and looked away as she realized that he was starting to read her. "Y... you're embarrassing me," she mumbled, her face turning red and her legs starting to rub together as the heat within her built up.

"My apologies," the young wizard said before turning away from her and returning to finish the cooking. "I didn't think that would embarrass you, especially seeing how you're fine with just being out in front of me in what you're currently wearing," he joked.

Elizabeth finally noticed that she was wearing a pink, erotic lace V-neck, see-through nightgown paired with pink, erotic panties that slightly revealed the lust tattoo. The fabric was something special she had custom-made just for him, anticipating their first night together. However, things didn't go as she had hoped, so he never saw her in it how she wanted. Now, it was just used as a regular nightgown.

Yet she quickly covered her lap, not concerned that he could see her half-naked, with her nipples clearly visible through the fabric, or that her round, shapely booty was in clear view if she were to stand up and turn around. The young cleric didn't want him to find out about the tattoo. There was a possibility that he could break or counter it, but the fact she even had it in the first place would lead down a line of questions the blonde maiden would rather not have to answer.

Elizabeth's gaze lingered on the table crafted from twisting tree roots with The sight of the freshly squeezed orange juice sitting on it. Her breath hitched as her heart raced erratically as the lust tattoo caused her womanhood to flare up in heat. W...why? Ugh, this would be so perfect! A romantic breakfast together, and then we would spend the rest of the morning... The tattoo burned even more, sending a surge of warmth through her body, igniting a fire of desire that she struggled to contain. Her thoughts drifted to the intimacy she yearned for, the tender moments she imagined sharing with Hi'kim over breakfast, and the passionate sex that would follow.

But as quickly as the fantasy materialized, Elizabeth recoiled, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. Why now? She inwardly chastised herself, her mind reeling with the rising lust. The scene before her was perfect, a romantic gesture crafted with care and affection by her beloved, yet the tattoo branded on her threatened to unravel it all.

Fighting to regain control of her racing thoughts, Elizabeth vigorously shook her head as if physically dispelling the provocative images that taunted her. No, she scolded herself, willing her mind to focus on the present moment, on the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with Hi'kim.

This cursed tattoo, she lamented silently, her resentment simmering beneath the surface. Not only did it serve as a reminder that she was a plaything and sex **** of the disgusting bishop, but now it tormented her further.

As Hi'kim observed Elizabeth, he couldn't help but notice the signs that something was definitely wrong: the burning flush on her face and the subtle fidgeting in her seat. No longer able to keep his concern to himself, he opened his mouth to address her obvious distress. However, before he could utter a word, another voice pierced through the air, breaking the tender moment between them.

"Could you love birds stop flirting for ten seconds? I smelled breakfast, and this is what I come out of my tent to?" The interruption came from Leah, the red-headed cleric, who stood just in front of her pocket dimension tent, her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience as she gazed at the two of them.

Hi'kim's attention shifted from Elizabeth to Leah. He cleared his throat, quickly composing himself before speaking. "Apologies, Leah," he said, his tone polite but with a tinge of annoyance. "We were just... enjoying the morning."

Elizabeth, too, snapped out of her reverie, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she averted her gaze from Hi'kim to Leah. "Sorry, Leah," she murmured, her voice soft out of fear that moans would escape her lips instead of words. She could feel the dampness from her juices escaping her slit.

Leah rolled her eyes, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. "Just hurry up and finish your lovey-dovey moment so we can eat," she grumbled, her impatience evident in her tone. "I'm starving, and your magic show isn't filling my stomach."

"Apologies again," Hi'kim began, his tone laced with regret as he glanced over at the disappearing utensils he had used to cook the extravagant breakfast. "I only made breakfast for Elizabeth."

A pang of disappointment flickered across Elizabeth's features as she realized the implications of Hi'kim's words. She opened her mouth to protest, to insist that he join them for breakfast, but the young wizard held up a hand to forestall her.

"There isn't even any for myself," Hi'kim continued, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "Just for her."

Elizabeth's heart swelled with gratitude and guilt at Hi'kim's selfless gesture. Despite everything, he had gone out of his way to make her feel special, to ensure she felt loved and cherished.

"Hi'kim, you didn't have to do this," Elizabeth said softly, her voice tinged with emotion as she gently grasped his hand. I... I don't deserve you..." she mumbled, her words barely audible as she stood up from the makeshift seat in the sea and gently pulled him into it. Elizabeth then climbed into his lap. Turning around, Elizabeth grabbed the spoon, scooping up some food before guiding the spoon to his lips: "Say ahhh."

Elizabeth pressed her crotch against him, feeling the heat and hardening of his member beneath her, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as she began to grind against him.

Hi'kim's eyes widened in surprise at Elizabeth's sudden boldness, causing his own lust to grow. Yet before anything else could happen, the bishop himself interrupted again.

"While we are no prudes to open intimacy, shouldn't we be getting ready to leave and not waste time here?" The fat bishop said, hiding his annoyance, eliciting a grin from the golden-haired maiden.

"You have a point. I wanted us to reach Englewood in three days," Hi'kim says as he bites his bottom lip, looking at Elizabeth as if she were a juicy piece of meat he wants to sink his teeth into.

As the day progressed, the group made their way towards Englewood, with Elizabeth never straying from Hi'kim's side. Despite the piggy bishop's constant annoyed glares at her apparent open spite, she sought comfort in the young wizard's presence. The night was no different; the group was walking as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest path.

As night fell, Elizabeth deliberately chose to share Hi'kim's dimension tent, refusing to grant the piggy bishop even a moment alone with her. The burning sensation of the tattoo intensified with each passing moment.

Nestled together in the confines of the pocket dimension, Hi'kim wrapped his arms around Elizabeth, offering her a sense of safety and protection that she desperately craved. While she sat on his lap, her body burning red with desire, the Lust tattoo pushed her to the point where she could no longer fight the burning desire to have the bishop buried deep inside her.

As Hi'kim held Elizabeth by the hips, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, her skin flushed with her hips slowly grinding against his groins. The young wizard's eyes slowly filled with desire as he watched Elizabeth, her body trembling with lust. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath coming in **** gasps. Hi'kim's fingers traced the curve of Elizabeth's waist, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric of her clothes. His other hand moved up to her face, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from her flushed cheek.

Hi'kim's fingers deftly worked their way up the fastenings of Elizabeth's robes, his touch gentle yet firm. As the fabric parted, the cool air in the tent sent shivers down her spine, causing her to gasp softly. The garment slipped off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin beneath. He couldn't resist admiring Elizabeth's bare shoulders and the curve of her neck as the robe fell away. His gaze trailed down to the swell of her bare breasts and hardening nipples.

As the young wizard's hand gently cupped Elizabeth's breast, its weight and softness filled his palm. He could feel her nipple hardening against his skin, and he couldn't help but give it a gentle squeeze. Elizabeth let out a soft moan, her body trembling with pleasure as her back arched, pressing against his. Her nipple grew even harder under his touch, aching for more attention. He continued to enjoy the expressions of lust that took over Elizabeth's face. However, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a dim, pulsating light that became visible through the gap in Elizabeth's robes. His eyes widened as he realized the glow emanated from a tattoo on her lower abdomen, just above her pubic bone.

As Hi'kim's gaze fell upon the glowing tattoo, Elizabeth, no longer able to restrain herself, took control of their situation. The blonde cleric took him by the head, her fingers running through his short, wooly hair as she pulled him closer. Their lips met passionately, and their breaths mingled as their tongues intertwined. Elizabeth's kiss was filled with **** need and longing, and as they explored each other's mouths, Hi'kim's hands continued to roam over her body. The heat between them was palpable, and the glowing tattoo on Elizabeth's abdomen seemed to pulse in time with her gyrating hips.

As Hi'kim felt Elizabeth's body grinding against his, he couldn't help but respond to her fervent kiss. His fingers danced across her skin, kneading the soft swell of her breast as if it were clay. Squeezing and teasing her nipple while the other hand traced the line of her thigh, pulling the rest of Elizabeth's robes off of her and onto the ground, leaving her in only damp white panties.

As the kiss deepened, Elizabeth's hands grew more insistent, her fingers trembling with a **** need to feel Hi'kim's skin against hers. With fervor, she tore at his clothes, the fabric of his tunic yielding under her determined grip, revealing the toned planes of his chest and stomach. Her touch traced the lines of his chest, her lips trailing kisses lower and lower, starting from his neck to his chest. Scooting backward off his lap, Elizabeth left behind a damp stain where his cock had rested, evidence of her maiden's lust. Her hands continued their journey downwards, finding the waistband of his cloth pants. With a swift movement, she undid the sash and pulled it off the young man, her movements fueled by passion and urgency.

Hi'kim's erection sprung free, eager and ready for Elizabeth's touch. She took him in her hand, feeling the weight and girth of his shaft. The veins pulsed beneath her fingertips as she began to stroke him slowly, her lip pressing against the head of his cock, giving it the most passionate of kisses as if she was in a makeout session with his cock's head.

Elizabeth's lips wrapped around the head of Hi'kim's cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. The air was heavy with anticipation as she savored the taste of him, slowly slurping up every hint of precum that flowed out of his head. Hi'kim's breath hitched as Elizabeth's lips worked their 'magic,' sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He moaned softly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he surrendered to the sensation of her mouth.

With each flick of her tongue, Elizabeth's skillful mouth brought him closer to the edge of ecstasy. Elizabeth's lips moved lower, taking more of Hi'kim's length into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft as her mouth now fully consumed his head. Her eyes never looked away from the rest of his cock as if it was only her and it in the entire tent. Hi'kim's breath hitches as Elizabeth's mouth envelops him, taking him in deeply and skillfully. Her lips move up and down his shaft, creating a slick, wet sensation that sends waves of pleasure through his body. The heat of her mouth, combined with the gentle suction, felt like slow sexual ****.

As Elizabeth's mouth works its magic on Hi'kim's cock, she feels a surge of pleasure from the lust tattoo on her abdomen. It pulses and burns, sending waves of ecstasy through her body, causing her to squirt, completely ruining her already damp panties.

Hi'kim's breath hitched as Elizabeth's skilled mouth brought him to the brink of ecstasy. He groaned in pleasure, his fingers tangling in her hair as he surrendered to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

But as Elizabeth's movements grew more fervent, Hi'kim couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

The intensity of her pleasure felt unnatural, almost overpowering in its ****. It was as if some unseen **** was driving her actions, pushing her beyond reason. The memory of a similar sensation experienced during his encounter with succubus demons on his birthday a few years prior flashed through Hi'kim's mind. With a sense of care, Hi'kim attempted to withdraw his cock from Elizabeth's mouth. However, to his surprise, his efforts only seemed to fuel her desire further. She eagerly continued to suck, her mouth enveloping him fully without a single gag escaping her lips. Hi'kim's cock slid deeper into her throat, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body even as he grappled with a sense of unease.

+Finally giving in, the young wizard lay on his back, defeated by the blonde cleric's mouth. His cock, now slick with Elizabeth's saliva, glistened in the dim magical light of the pocket dimension of the tent. The cool air caused it to throb every time it was touched, having been freed from the lustful blonde's warm, tight throat, only to be devoured again. As Hi'kim surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy and desire. Elizabeth's skilled ministrations sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, each touch igniting a firestorm of passion that consumed them both.

With each movement of her lips and every flick of her tongue, Elizabeth drove Hi'kim to the brink of madness, her expert technique pushing him closer and closer to the edge of release. His body quivered with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the electrifying sensation of her touch.

As Hi'kim's climax approached, he could feel the tension building within him, a crescendo of ecstasy that threatened to consume him whole. With a guttural moan of bliss, he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his body convulsing in rapture as waves of pleasure washed over him.

In that fleeting moment of release, the only thoughts that could formulate in the young wizard's head were, "How... the... hell?" But before more could be contemplated, he felt the warm body of the thick priestess climb on top of him. He could shoot more than once, and she knew so as well. Looking up at Elizabeth's face, Hi'kim almost couldn't recognize the face staring back at him.

Elizabeth stared down at him, her eyes dilated with desire as she swallowed his entire load, her mouth wide open to reveal she swallowed it all to him. Her tongue protruded from her mouth, saliva dripping from its tip, mingling with the residual strands of thick cum that connected the roof of her mouth to her tongue.

Lowering herself onto his large member, her features twisted into a mixture of ecstasy and blissful abandonment. Once every inch was inside of her, her eyes unfocused as she began bouncing up and down, lost in an almost animalistic fever of lust.

As Prince Aldric, Princess Adele, and Aafje arrived at the outskirts of Engalwood, they were met with a scene of devastation. The once-thriving town lay in ruins, its buildings reduced to rubble and its streets deserted save for the lingering echoes of chaos and destruction.

Aldric clenched his jaw with fury at the sight before him, his blue eyes flashing angrily as he surveyed the damage. These bandits' audacity to lay waste to a peaceful town was an affront to his sense of honor on the royal family.

Beside him, Adele's expression was one of sorrow and concern, her blue eyes filled with empathy for the innocent lives that had been shattered by this senseless ****. She reached out a hand to her brother, a silent gesture of comfort and solidarity in the face of adversity.

And then there was Aafje, the elven ranger. Her hazel eyes were sharp and alert as she scanned the surroundings for any sign of danger. Despite the devastation around them, she remained poised and composed, a silent guardian ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

As they ventured deeper into the town, they encountered the few remaining survivors, their faces etched with fear and despair. Aldric wasted no time rallying them together, his voice ringing with authority as he offered words of reassurance and hope.

With Adele's gentle touch and Aafje's watchful presence by his side, Prince Aldric led the way, determined to bring justice to those responsible for this tragedy.

As they pressed forward through Engalwood's desolate streets, the trio encountered pockets of resistance from the remaining bandits who still roamed the town's ruins. The closer they got to the town hall, the stronger the bandit resistance grew.

"How the hell did this happen?" the prince asked. He had taken a bandit's head clean off with a single swing of his longsword.

"It's incomprehensible," Princess Adele exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief, as she swiftly cast a protective barrier to shield them from the onslaught of arrows raining down upon them. "Engalwood may not be a bustling metropolis or a lucrative trading hub, but it's far from a sleepy village. This level of banditry, this brazen takeover, defies all reason and precedent."

Her words rang out with empathy for the **** that she saw before her, her blue eyes flashing with determination as she held the protective spell in place, deflecting the deadly projectiles aimed their way. Despite the chaos surrounding them, Adele's focus remained unwavering, her resolve unyielding in the face of adversity.

As they battled through the streets, Aafje maintained her position slightly behind Prince Aldric and Princess Adele, her bowstring singing with lethal precision as she targeted the bandits with unparalleled accuracy. With each release of her arrow, she struck true, piercing through multiple targets with a single shot, leaving a trail of fallen enemy archers in her wake.

Her hazel eyes remained sharp and focused, scanning the surroundings with acute awareness as she watched for subtle movements or changes to the environment around them.

With nimble fingers, she would retrieve arrows from fallen bandits, replenishing her supply so she could continue shooting. Even though the arrows she scavenged from the bandits were of inferior quality, Aafje used every resource available to her.

As the group cut through wave after wave of bandits, it became increasingly apparent that their numbers were seemingly endless. Despite the ferocity of their attacks, the bandits continued to pour forth from the shadows, overwhelming the prince and his party.

Despite their best efforts, the tide of battle began to turn against them, forcing them to retreat in the face of the relentless numbers that never ended. As the two ladies of the group fell back, the prince stood his ground, covering their retreat with his unwavering resolve. His sword flashed in the sunlight as he fended off the bandits, buying time for his companions to fall back.

Amidst the chaos, Aafje's keen eyes caught sight of a hidden figure cloaked in the shadows, trying to get their attention and signaling for them to follow.

"Aldric!" The elf call pierced through the chaos, drawing the attention of both royal siblings. The two turned in unison, their eyes locking in the direction indicated by the elf.

"What do you think, a trap?" Princess Adele's voice was tinged with concern as she voiced the question that weighed heavily on their minds.

"It could be," Prince Aldric acknowledged, his gaze scanning the battlefield even as he dispatched three bandits with a single mighty swing of his longsword. "But it could also hold the answers we seek."

"Whatever you decide, make it quick!" The elf's voice rang out. From her new position behind the remains of a burnt-down building, she unleashed a rapid barrage of arrows, each shot finding its mark amidst the chaos of battle.

"Go for it, Aafje, take the lead, and I'll cover the rear!" The prince's decisive command cut through the din of battle, as he swiftly dispatched three more bandits with lethal efficiency. He charged forward with a quick glance to ensure his companions were ready, determined to catch up to the figure beckoning them.

As the princess and the elf reached the mysterious figure first, the prince rushed forward to join them, his long strides eating up the distance between them.

The figure led them to another burnt-down building, its exterior bearing the scars of fire and destruction like the others. However, this one stood out, constructed from stone rather than wood. Despite the damage, it seemed sturdier, more resilient to the flames that had ravaged it.

They were hurried inside a secret tunnel concealed within the building's ruins. The narrow passage led them deeper underground until they emerged into a much larger chamber, its walls rough-hewn and dimly lit by flickering torches. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, mingled with the coppery tang of blood.

As they stepped into the chamber, the sight that greeted them was both sobering and staggering. The space was filled with the wounded and injured, their groans and cries echoing off the stone walls. Some lay on makeshift cots, while others sat propped against the cold stone, their faces contorted in pain.

"Where... are we?" Princess Adele's voice trembled with disbelief as she took in the scene before her, her eyes wide with shock and horror at the extent of the suffering around them.

Prince Aldric surveyed the chamber, showing little to no actual concern for the wounded. His blue eyes flickered with annoyance that someone would dare touch what was his.

"Someone, tell me the situation! We accepted a simple bandit-hunting request, but this is a whole issue!" The prince calls out, but almost no one responds; most stick to licking their wounds or mourning their losses.

Finally, a grizzled old man stepped forward, his face weathered with age and hardship. He cleared his throat before addressing the prince, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"Your Highness," he began, his tone respectful but laden with urgency. "Engalwood has been under siege by these bandits for weeks now. But it's not just ordinary bandits we're dealing with here. A few months ago, a mercenary group known as the Black Fang arrived in this region under the pretense of dealing with the bandit threat."

The old man paused, his weathered hand rising to rub his chin, revealing the scars and cuts that marred its surface. Each mark told a story of hardship and struggle endured.

"In truth, the Black Fang wasn't here to eliminate the bandits. They were here to seize control, to unite the disparate groups under their banner, and crushed anyone who stood in their way. What started as skirmishes with bandits soon escalated into targeted attacks on local lords and villages. We had given up hope when we heard nothing back from any help requests we sent to the royal capital and even the adventure's guild."

Prince Aldric's expression darkened as he listened to the old man's words, his blue eyes narrowing with anger. It irked him to realize that this information had never reached the royal capital. Instead, their quest had been dismissed as merely dealing with a bandit problem—a low B-rank mission that he would typically consider beneath his notice.

However, circumstances had compelled him to accept the task. Princess Adele needed to complete a few more B-rank quests to qualify for her promotion trial to A-rank. Thus, despite his reservations, they found themselves in Engalwood, thrust into a situation far more dire than they had anticipated.

"The audacity of these Mercenaries! Their actions not only make this an A-ranked quest but, even worse, tarnish the very reputation of our royal family! How many villages will now doubt our commitment to their well-being, believing we only care for the economic or societal hubs? Even worse, more may think they can do as they please in my kingdom as long as they remain on its outskirts."

Prince Aldric's voice rang out with righteous indignation, his words echoing off the chamber's stone walls. His blue eyes flashed with fury as he clenched his fists, his frustration at the situation palpable.

Princess Adele stepped forward, her expression a mix of concern and determination as she addressed the wounded before them. "We may have arrived late, but we're here now," she said, her voice steady despite the hint of anger in her own voice. "We will do everything in our power to end this tyranny and restore peace to Engalwood.

"How many villages have they taken thus far?" Prince Aldric's voice cut through the tense air, his gaze fixed unwavering on the old man before him.

"Almost every single village is on the very edge of our territories, but there is still one village they've yet to get to the south. A small village called Oakwood." The old man responded.

"And why haven't they taken that village?" Prince Aldric inquired.

"A rumor that there is a powerful family of wizards that live there, but I don't know how true that is. I tried to send someone to ask for help from that village, but they never came back," the old man replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"A family of powerful Wizards? Out here? What nonsense is..." Before the prince could finish his sentence, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Memories of the wizard and cleric they had encountered on the southern roads only a few days ago.

A/N: I could've sworn I had named the village the MC had come from in one of the earlier chapters but didn't write it down nor could I find it skimming the earlier chapters, so from now on it will be called Oakwood.