First the salt wagon stops coming. Then the grain. Then the lamp oil. Someone is strangling the road to my tavern-and the tavern is the prize. I gave up adventuring for a quiet tavern at the edge of the wild. These days a seer and a scout share my bed, the common room is full every night, and I hav…
by Matt Kade
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