Some say the blade is cursed and brings despair to any who own it, others believe that it is merely coincidental misfortune.
It is a small, lively town like so many others. Do you wonder who are the movers and shakers here?
A good camping-place with something extra: a gallows with a hangman, reduced mostly to bones and a few rags. It marrily hovers in the wind. Any manipulation will make it fall apart. An excellent camping place, except for the midnight hours, when ghosts of those executed haunt here. Some wail for their crimes, some re-live their execution over and over, some want to have a talk, and still some others want to scare the Living for fun.