Welcome to Portswain, the Southern most port of Tembia! Don’t mind our dust. No, we aren’t renovating, we’re under siege.

Oh, it’ll be fine. The king will send the army any day now, and we can survive most of the year without much hardship.

If only we didn’t have to deal with random monsters just appearing in our streets, or some half-witted sorcerer stealing children from the poor districts. There are rumors of a hooded mage, an ancient witch.

Hells, scholars have even suggested there once was a dragon nearby! But not to worry, it’s long dead, or so the sages say. Avoid Bayside after dark, and mind your purse in Tent Town.

If you’ve a mind to drinking a pint of some mighty fine ale while watching some of the best bards in town, make sure you stop into the Cinnamon Tree near the Merchant District. If you’re lucky the Romer Lark might be performing.

Damn fine woman, that! Hells of a dancer! Just you mind that Landros the Pathfinder doesn’t catch you getting handsy. If he doesn’t, she’ll deal with you right quick enough herself.

A fantasy tale of fate, love and hardship in wartime. .