There are tales of chosen ones, people with ancient magical power, geniuses of a generation and master warriors. This is not one of those tales. You were not born with magical blood boiling in your veins, you did not pick up a magic tome and learn wizardry. You were never picked up and trained, imbued, or chosen. Instead you are still in your hometown: Cindun (Sin-done). Cindun has (generously) 400 people including all of the outlying farms and you've only ever been here. Maybe to the local barony, but the world beyond is at best in books. Cindun is a quiet town, with a forest nearby and many many farms around. It is the second highest point within the valley, and most folks who are in the valley stay in the valley and never meet someone from away.

And then Adventurer's came through town. They were bright, colorful, weird, and eager to discuss what their tragic upbringings, and overall seemed like characters out of the stories. However they didn't stay long. They did not look to the forest, did not look to the towns history and didn't even look at the tavern's basement. Instead they bought supplies and left, leaving the valley with their colorful tales, that people are still talking about months later.

However, there IS something in the forest. The Tavern DOES have something in the basement. And the town's history DOES have a problem. But there are no heroes to be had... Only you. And with the autumn festival approaching, others have developed an interest in the town. Hopefully they'll leave too.