Vanderark was truly a wondrous city. Lush green and well-mannered people congested its streets. It was well-protected by terrain and some of the finest guardsmen. Major crime had no place here. Taxes were low and businesses thrived. A melting pot of Elves, Dwarfs, Humans, and Orcs that somehow never seemed to boil over to horribly. William Boussard lived here all of his 20 years. Even as a peasant, his life was good. Hard work, friends, and family helped him through the day. As a Jr. cleric of Shelyn, he had many responsibilities. His weapons training had taken a lot out him, that day. Will needed a drink, before his vocal training started. Finding a well, the lips sipped on sustenance.