The Docks

As you step off the boat onto the wooden planks of the dock you look around at the beginning of this new adventure

Hitting the Town

The dock hands are under the instruction of an older man who bellows just about everything. You lot there! get out of the way. We don't mind the company but you stopping the unloading of the ale. And everyone know the day isn't done till the ale is safely stored in the tavern.
Get along there.
You, the other adventurer scouts, and the mercenary band guards quick step up the dock to a ramp leading to a stone boathouse.
Just inside the cool shade a tall hard faced man and guard await.
Right, I'm Captain Tyren, leader of the Silver Fang mercenaries and captain of the guard here abouts. You lot follow the Corporel here and he will show you around and answer any questions you may have. If you are interested check with the clerk about jobs, otherwise just don't cause any trouble for me or my men. With that he turns and strides off, obviously expecting to be obeyed.
The guard motions you to follow and heads into the basecamp.
The base is situated at a fork in the river and surrounded on 3 sides by a 20' wall. The last side has a low wall of about 4 feet that looks out over the river that is 15' below its top. The entire area is hot, humid, and carries the scent of the swamp just to the west. Looking around there are bits of old building to be seen but most are patched with newer, and most likely magical, stonework. The older original buildings are built form solid stone blocks with smooth patches of stone filling in the gaps and reinforcing the older crumbling stonework. A variety of races are easily seen though many seem like you, adventurers here for fame and fortune.

I'm off to the tavern. It's a bit more relaxed of an atmosphere for rougher clients. The cantina is great but, well, I really need a bath before I visit miss Digsy's establishment. and he chuckles. Pog wanders off but Pontus catches up with the two of you and you all make your way to the tavern. There are games here but the captain of the guards insists they stick to copper and silver stakes to avoid broke guards and fights going beyond knuckles. The guards seem to like the dice games. There's a table in the cantina that runs a decent round of cards most nights but those scholarly types are awfully good at most card games. Cards being more expensive and flimsy than dice this is a common trend in most places as only the rich tend to have enough free coin to spend on paper games.

You arrive on the south east corner of the walled enclosure and Al points to the Tavern door and you head in. Like all the buildings here it is made of stone but the interior looks to to have sawdust scattered around the floor. A large jolly looking man calls out as you enter


Al, your back. And brough fresh recruits. Are you on a hiring commission now? the man laughs and Al grins. Name's Toblen. he says to you and Pontus Take a seat and we'll get you a drink. First ones free.

There are a couple dock workers, guards, laborers, and adventurers. Most sit in groups of 2 to 4 and the tavern has yet to fill with the evening rush. You see a couple with simple meals of some sort of stew and bread. Smells waft from a room behind the bar that instantly make your mouth begin to water. Whoever is cooking must be 1,000 times better than the one you had on the boat.