Walking through Madrigal, there is no place where your skin is not warmed by the gentle glow of the sun. If Summer were ever to settle down, it would be in this land of green grass and white beaches. Entering from the north, I come through a peaceful hamlet where Fae are busy watering their plants or lounging around the central pond. They greet me and wave merrily as I pass. Looking to the east, I see a temple on a hill, content under the shadow of the majestic white castle over in The Faery Crossing.
