<<This setting is designed to be open. I have no particular lean towards what races live here, high/low magic, or areas to be imagined outside of the small scene I will set. This is meant to be contributed to and adapted as we go. Have fun>> Dark brown leather boots, weathered by weeks travelling the dusty road, stamped out the last ember of the tiny fire he had kept burning through the night. His cloak, he pulled a bit tighter about his shoulders as he looked down to his destination from the forested knoll. The small hamlet, home to a handful of farmers, some clergy, and a smattering of craftsmen was just beginning to stir. Most would be leaving their home soon, making their way to fields or workshops. A heavy breath accompanied his first steps down the side of the hill. If he intended to make the edge of town as the streets emptied and people set to their daily tasks he had best break camp now. His mind wandered to the last time he had enjoy a hot meal, and his stomach grumbled quietly in protest. With that he vowed to himself to remain long enough, after he completed his business, to enjoy something at the hamlet's only tavern. Father I come.