To Forge a Legend
'The Hunter and Cask' the sign reads, blown back and forth from its rusty chain in the chilly autumn wind. Not even an hour has past since the sun set and there doesn't seem to be many folk at all inside or outside the roadside inn. The tall mountains in the distance - beyond which is the land where dragons war and rule - are crowned with ice and snow that shines brilliantly in the night, reflecting the light of the moon and stars. Two hooded and cloaked men standing on the covered porch smoke pipes and speak to one another in muffled tones, but hush as you draw near, pretending not to watch you too closely. Inside it is brightly lit, and the aroma of freshly baked bread, apple pie, spiced potatoes, and stout beer fills the air around this sturdy structure. The only one of which can be found within five days worth of riding in either direction. Gentle music from a guitar begins inside, and the two men who were talking push open the door and enter.
