The beginning - The village elder has a problem
Thistleby is a small village roughly halfway between the city of New Port in the west and Proudfort in the east. It's about 2-3 days ride to New Port. The village is about ½ days march south from the coastline of the Midland Sea and a closest town, Lantern Hill, there.
Terrain here is grassland flats with occasional low hills. Many of the hills have visible remains of old ruins; lost towns, keeps and such. Mostly they are just low stumps of rock, last remains of some old stone structure resisting time and the elements.
Thistleby is protected with a wooden palisade made of timber imported from south, from the northern borders of Wild Wood forests. Buildings are mostly single-storey, combinations of stone blocks, timber and sometimes muck bricks. They style is that of efficiency, not beauty or architecture. In the middle of the village there is a cubic two-storey building made of heavier stone blocks, clearly build on top of some ancient ruin base. It looks like unfinished stone tower and the locals call it mockingly "The Castle". It's the village communal building, in times of crises a mini-keep where the residents can seek safety.
The residents here are humans by majority with healthy mix of wood elfs, gnomes, halflings and an occasional half-orc. Most of them are farmers.
There is enough traffic through the village to support an inn; The Sage & Rose, a small establishment maintained and owned by a halfling female with bright red hair. Her name is Thertina Boulderbough. The inn is the only other two-storey building here in addition to "The Castle".
Our story begins when you have arrived into Thistleby. Perhaps you're travelling and just passing by, perhaps you have relatives or a friends here. Nevertheless, you've traveled for 2 days as a group and thus are acquainted with each other. You arrived here and slept a night in the second floor private rooms of the inn. Now it's the next morning, breakfast time. Noises of somebody cooking, furniture moving and occasional rooster crowing wakes you up.
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Feel free to describe your character, their appearance etc. as you do your morning routines and eventually go downstairs for a breakfast where you can have further conversation with each other, expanding further the image of who your travelling companions really are.
Consider the breakfast have been already paid. There are only 3 other patrons in the downstairs common room, all village residents, likely to have a tasty breakfast of the inn before heading into the fields.