Wilds of Northreach
The Rusted Cup
The new year is as eerie and quiet as its ever been since Frandel. Burly half-dragons in guard uniforms patrol the streets and dissidents have been disappearing
This is the tavern frequented by non-citizens, adventurers, and out-of-towners alike. It’s not a classy joint in the slightest, and the round tables and chairs lie empty, save for a few trying to drown their sorrows in drink.