A Day on Red

[Feanol]

We traded traveler's stories. Some meat roasted over the flame as he recalled time spent in the North before it was overrun by Goblins. I enthralled him with descriptions of faraway Kunark and the strange life that grows there. The fire turned to embers in our distraction.

[Feanol]

I love to come here. The valley is idyllic and without the dangers of the populous towns. The odd but friendly catfolk offer both equipment with which to fish their fine waters and flavorful brews of a most potent fermentation. Tucked away in the far West, one can be at ease.