Twilight of Alirium
The Broken Trail
A call has gone out seeking able-bodied guards for the Linsbury Caravan. Applicants have been told to meet in the little crossroad town of Duncastle. It is late in the hiring season, however, and the most experienced have already had posts for some time. Several have answered the call, but they are a motley group. Some are not as savory-looking as others.
There is an uneasy tension in the air as folks competing for jobs await the caravan. This only increases as its expected arrival date passes. Everyone in town shares a feeling that something big is going to happen, and all there is left to do is wait for the axe to fall.