Allissa

We arrived at a small town in the middle of nowhere called Cairn. It was exactly like what Toril had described. One street, two inns, a smith, a chapel that had not seen a priest in a while, and the kind of quiet that comes from everybody knowing everybody and nobody asking.

We took rooms at the second inn because Finn did not like the look of the first one. He didn’t say why and we didn’t ask.

“Right.” Lyle rubbed his hands together at the bottom of the stairs. “A tavern. ...