Well I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a line on the dirt in front of him with the tip of his boot. xnx “Wow! How much do I owe for the drinks?” The stranger asked as he stood up from the bar. I’m no bandit king or disgraced General. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. “Listen here children stay close to each other. Now deep in the woods near the main trade route to the west the family layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the stranger can see the hill on the other side of the village that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through
