Dark was here fast in the small town of Oak Village, a storm brewing in the distance. The villagers paid no mind to the coming storm, their focus on the strange coming of travelers from all over the lands. Many people in the village traveled to the many taverns in the small town, while others shopped in the heavily light market square. Joyful music echoed around the city, despite the thunder growing closer. A play is being held in a field next to the west gate, a common play where the king of Sarok slayed the mighty Rat King! The small church in thee center of town held open doors, despite no one inside but one man in robes, praying to an almost forgotten god, the Hawk. In a large, crowded tavern, most people laid their eyes on the large, scaly Crocdilan eating raw beef.