Ryatt

The village of Cerserne sits on the southernmost border between the Roguelands and Rifthold. 

Quiet, scant, and nothing but rolling, grass covered hills, it’s a peaceful place. The men quickly ushering their wives and children into the scattered pale stone cottages aren’t at peace, however, not with a band of wolves marching into their village. 

The burly man in brown leather who walks in my direction looks murderous, but his expression shifts to one of ...