Thirty farmers, from the happy to the grumpy, the serf to the squire.
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
Bar patron
‘Don’t you go foolin around in the fens buy. Moeder Moeras don’t care none if you mean no offence or just want to fill your wicker creel with fish. She’ll have your guts for fishnets and your bones for soup.’
Paulis the Riverguide
QuestWhite 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?
James Barley is a hard drinking, minimum-effort working hired hand…
The Latrani are elusive as desert ghosts, dangerous as sand scorpions, and as rare as oases in the wastes.
An old, kind apothecary. She is sweet as honey and genuine too.
Old man Hardnan had a farm E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm there was a dragon E-I-E-I-O
Bwah! What kinda farmer has dragons on his farm!
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