You flick the reins of your horse while observing the countryside. It is a harsh land, Magyara, dotted with mountains and the occasional river. You feel the first rays of sun peeking over the mountain peaks to the east, bathing the Magyar countryside in a brilliant orange. Your horse begins to speed up, moving from a slow trot to a canter. All around you is the occasional pine but otherwise empty grassland you call home. Your home village, Dezso, is far behind you now, you have made much distance since setting out before light.