The evening was perfect for travel; there were some clouds in the sky, but the stars still shone through. There was just enough of a breeze to keep the air moving, and the air was cool enough to be comfortable in the wee hours of morning. Word had gotten around over the last several weeks of a man called Garek Ambrose, a noble reinstated by King Conan himself. This man was going to be rebuilding a rundown city somewhere near the Poitain Province, away from the political and religious turmoil in Tarantia. He was looking for followers, those who wanted to start a new city and even start a new life. This group, this project, would be called The Grey Order, and the city would be called Nova Ara. Word traveled quite fast of this adventure; from Stygia to Cimmeria, people knew. We met under the