Nestled in the shadow of Droskar's Crag, is a small village called Falcon's Hollow. The people here are hearty and stern, for theirs is a hard life. They face constant adversity from both the wilderness and the wiles of man. Wolves nip at their heels and cutpurses ply at their pockets.
Merchant caravans regularly travel here from any number of points abroad. They trade for the rare darkwood that grows so abundantly in Darkmoon Vale, and potentially bringing exotic individuals to town as guards or paying travelers.
At least, that is where this story starts.