The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a cold breeze blew over the Tar Valon forest. The echo of mining picked up and echoed down to the surrounding roadways.
A master of the Blade, a collection of mounted warriors, and an Aes Sedai and Warder made camp along the outskirts of the road as support of the work happening up the mountain.
Hearing of this, a dreadguard opened a portal for a misbred Shar'mordero myrddraal and his cohorts broke open the roof of their camp nearby so they could pass through freely, and scored in secret looking for the pursuits of the blademaster and the pair from Tar Valon.
The Vale in the Mountains echoed loudly with the competition skirmishing, trying to pull what worth they could.
Holiday Quest area is open, though you'll need to find it.