Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger

Bar patron

White Rock is a fishing village just off the main coastal road, not too far from a town and a bit farther from a city. Named for the white boulders that are found around these parts, the village is built on a protected cove that has a small set of streams outletting into it. The weather is a bit cold in the winter, but the summers can be quite pleasant. The fishing is fairly good in these waters. It is on its way to becoming a tiny town.

Come hither peasant!

A farmer, handy with a bow, and if you’re a bird I would advise staying far from his fields

It is a small, peaceful village like so many others. Do you wonder who lives inside?

An old, kind apothecary. She is sweet as honey and genuine too.