The Travelers

Prelude to the Story: You notice the road is wide and well traveled as you come upon the of main entry to the river town of Bellis. The sentry approaches you, and seems quite under whelmed by your arrival. He gives you a look, and seems fine enough with your passing. After a nod and a gesture, you proceed up the muddy track and through the rickety and ram shod walls that encircle the township. The sun shines sparsely through the thick trees mixed about the dwellings. You see many of the working folk going about their chores. The bakers cart their aromatic breads to shop, and the women are gathering brightly colored vegetables to bring home for supper. Tradesman outside their shops are selling tools or banging at metal with mallets that thunder in the air with a CLANK CLANK CLANK. You find yourself quite relieved to be amongst civilized folk. Most of these townies don’t know the life of a traveler. There will be many questions at the inn tonight. Have you been in battle? What of the strange doings in the North? Did you ever kill any strange beasts? Do you know magic?
You are used to this type of questioning in each new village or town you have entered. It is a small trade off for a soft bed and some warm meat in your belly. Besides you know the next great adventure always starts in the most mundane of places… it seems every town has it own story, and its own secrets. Perhaps Bellis will reveal some her’s before the night passes…