ChroniclerC

Gather 'round, friends. Pull up your chair, your ale, your stew. I sit here tonight to tell you a tale, and like all my tales, this one is True. If one day you tired of your easy life in the City, you could pack your bags and walk three days North, and you would reach the Mountains on the horizon. You'd find friendly faces and generous mines at the base. But you don't want easy anymore, so you continue walking. Once you've traveled for twice as long, but half as far - most of it straight up, I might add - you'd find it. A village lies in those mountains, with people so tough they only think of them as the Hills. Tough, but not bandits or rai