Chapter 1: Lady Luck's Curtsy

You all trundle east and then slightly north, arriving finally in Willowfall as the sun reaches just past its zenith. It is a simple enough town, surrounded by a low set of wooden barricades, essentially just sharpened logs planted in the ground to discourage interlopers. There is a single dirt road leading into town with a plain guard shack standing by the road. A pair of men with chain shirts and halberds stand either side of the path. As you approach, they cross their weapons, preventing your further progress.

Halt ye, what purpose do you have to call on Willowfall? the man on the eastern side of the road (by the shack) calls out clearly when you get to about 30' from their position.

Crazy old man? You may be talking about Antonius Fecksmith. Codger is always yelling about some crackpot thing or the other. He's definitely here. Doesn't go anywhere else. Too much talk of demons or summat like that. Not sure what you're wantin' with old Fecky, but you're welcome to pay his tower a visit.... he trails off as he sees the pair of avian party members. Lost in his thoughts for the moment, his words stammer and he turns to point back toward the bulk of the town.

Go through to the well, take the north-western trail. His cottage is out in the third or fourth ring of huts. You'll know it when you see it.

Thank you sir! He says, sweeping into a small bow as you proceed through the gate.

Map (rough, hooray paint) of Willowfall. Now that you are closer to the town, you can see that there are multiple roads in and out of the city, one on each side of the roughly rectangular town. You are approaching from the southern entrance. As you ride down the hard-packed dirt, you see fields to the west and a church with an expansive cemetery to the east. Before too long, you see the well in the middle of the town square. To the northeast, you see a large stone building with a single wooden sign stating "Administrative Hall". Behind that edifice there is a bustling market and you see several stalls erected with offshoot roads leading into the fray. To the northwest you see low rings of simple housing. A few taller buildings, likely stables judging by the paddocks near to them, mar the otherwise squat skyline. The land slopes up as you go further to the northwest, enabling all the huts to look down onto the well area. There are narrow paths between the buildings, only wide enough to fit your cart with nothing on the sides.

Baraq, as you sail over the town, you see no small number of townsfolk milling around looking up at you in awe. As you make your rounds, everything looks to be in order as you would expect in a village of this size (no more than 500 people). The market is giving off a pleasing odor, something is roasting and is well seasoned. The homes, while squat, are somewhat large. There are two large stables with a few horses and some cows grazing in the northwest. You spot what must be the old man's place. In the third rectangle out from the center (across from the innermost grazing area in the northwest), near to the fortified wall is a shack different from those around it. This one has stones piled up barricading off portions of his property. There is a ramshackle tower affixed to the house. Also, there's a man out in front screaming at nothing in particular.