You pass trough a small town. It lies in a valley and is partly surrounded by mid height mountains. Their very tops are alpine, but lush trees and pastures adorn their sides.
It is quaint. You stop by a local bakery and take a seat inside, where it smells of baked goods and the baker quickly serves your order.
You take a few bites and lazily look out the large front window. Its midday, most inhabitants seem to be having lunch or are resting.
But movement catches your ...
