FALCON

The blue-eyed bard stood in the center of town upon the historic encampment's highest point, his friends listening intently beside him. He gestured to the statue and the well as he spoke:

"Artimis Falconwell was a human miner who struck a vein of precious ore here, digging this well and making his encampment here. He used mine labor to make his fortune and during that time the town of Falconwell established itself. Over time the place became called Falcon for short."

The party stood for a moment, taking in the quaint, unspoiled beauty of this day and their surroundings. They looked about and saw The Encampment Inn, and Yurgrit's Costermongary and Supply. They turned in the direction of the scent of cooked beef with hints of spices that floated their way upon the breeze. After hitching their horses, the adventurers proceeded into The Deepfires, having never seen the tiny figure so quietly crouched in the treetops—listening, ... listening.



Great R-P everyone! See you next week.