Prologue: A Rest at the Roc's Roost
The Roc's Roost was a stopover for anyone traveling by the Trade Road that ran between Rembar and Arnia. It was a place to rest before heading up into the mountain pass and it was a place to recover for those who had just made the journey from the other direction. This inn saw regular caravans come through it and over time had grown into something of a small fort. It was located a short way into the hills from the jungle below and through a narrow pass; widened just enough to pass a large wagon through. Directly East of the inn the road started becoming noticeably steeper as it climbed into the mountains.
A wooden palisade surrounded the inn. The road passed straight through the compound, going East-West, by a gate located on either side. Within there stood five buildings; the largest was the main inn. This two-story building had an eatery on the first floor and the upstairs dedicated to guest bedrooms. Next to it was a long, single-story building that served as accommodations for employees as well as having additional rooms for guests.
On the other side of the road within the inn compound stood an open-air forge that rang with the sound of a smith hard at work pounding metal. Next to the forge was another building; a general store with large glass windows that allowed any travel to see the tools and other supplies available as a last-minute purchase before going either up into the mountains on the East or down into the jungle on the West. Finally, the inn kept a stable capable of housing at least a score of animals.
Two guards, dressed in scale mail and wielding bardiches, stand at the East gate and two more at the West gate. Attacks, whether from man or monster, were not common along this section of the Trade Road. But they did happen often enough that having men-at-arms on hand was a necessary precaution.
On this evening the Roc's Roost saw it's usual amount of business. The eatery was busy with travelers, some going East into the mountains, other going West into Kataar. All had already obtained a room and were settling in for the night's supper. The proprietor, a dark-skinned Kataaran man, stood behind a bar taking drink orders as three serving girls bustled around the eatery, occasionally making their way into the kitchen.
A human sat at the bar with a halfling, well into their cups. They owned a wagon parked at the stable, full of corn from Arnia's fields, as well as a small herd of goats. "I can't believe it," the human was saying, "just swooped down and grabbed them. Two goats gone like that." The halfling shook his head in agreement.
"I paid your road toll five days ago, when we came through here before!" A white-haired dwarf was arguing with a pasty half-elven man. The dwarf was head of a group of four dwarves sharing a table as well as their dislike for the man speaking to them. "It's not even been a week and you expect us to pay a second toll just to leave this swamp of yours?" The dwarves seemed to be traveling home after having conducted some business in the nearby city of Kaarn. Each had a pony stabled outside. The half-elf claimed to be a toll collector for the city magistrate.
And then there were six others resting at the Roc's Roost that evening. A scarred man who called himself a farmer but had the bearing of a knight, a suspiciously average-looking Kataaran man, a slightly-built and dark-haired woman with a pistol at her hip and an air that says she's willing to use it, a blonde woman who looks like she could belong in either a pristine library or dirty tomb, a red-haired woman with a mischievous and otherworldly aura, and a tall black-scaled dracil sticking out in every way from the others inside the building.
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