Spring turns toward Summer in the Barrens. It is, and has always been, a wild territory and the stewardship of Dawn is unlikely to change that any time soon. It can be a little disconcerting how beautiful the place can be, given the history of this vast tract of land that has been torn between Empire and the Mallum for centuries. For all the death, all the blood spilled and all the sorrow, it is still a living, vibrant place. Flowers explode across Dawnguard, Murderdale, and the Carmine Fields. Farms well-established and newly carved out burgeon with grain across the western Barrens, under the bright sun and the dark blue skies. Further east, there are hunters in the woods and the high hills - yeofolk after deer and boars, nobles after more deadly prey.
