The party has been slogging along through the unwelcoming wilderness for weeks now, and both rations and morale are at an all-time-low.
A dry bed, balmy bath, and a home-made meal featuring fresh ingredients that haven’t done a stretch in the Dwarf’s sweaty pack certainly wouldn’t go amiss. Distant curls of smoke slinking lazily above the horizon lead them to a well-worn and wagon-rutted road, which in turn winds its way toward a small settlement (or thorp, hamlet, village, etc.).
Need to give its population some distinctive peculiarities or breathe a little life into this mote on the map? Here's a table:
Great stuff as always!
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