The quaint little town of Esterfell, a small settlement near the towering Jagged Peak mountains. It's population of nearly 200 people is near silent as darkness has shrouded the town, the moon high in the clear night sky. As usual, it is cold in the town, but it would be called a beautiful night by many as the sky is wide open, the stars shining in the pitch black sky, it is almost picture perfect the way they sit motionless above the white capped mountains so high they seem to grow.

The only sound emitting from inside the town is in a small tavern right by the The Spotless Rock Inn, a popular spot in town that at this time of night is active inside. The bar room, a sprawling but simple place, a bar on the right side of the entrance, several stools lined up in front of it, tables all around,a small stage to the left side, currently on it is a large black piano, a short human man somewhere in his forties dressed in all black sits at the instrument, a glass of booze on top of it, his fingers on the keys playing a calming melody for the quiet bar, a few stragglers sit around, a single aged male bartender stands rubbing a mug clean, a pretty bar maiden stands around, speaking with the bartender as the piano plays. 

Two men sit at a table, a mug full of ale in front of each of them, they are both silent, either unsure of what to say, or just not want to say anything. Another man sits alone at a table, he is decked out in thick iron armor. The others pay him no mind, the only one who does is the bar maiden who approaches him clenching a glass full of a clear liquid. she hands it to him with a smile as the man raises an armored hand, grasping it from her. With his other free hand he places several coins on the table for her service. With a brighter smile she takes the coins then turns and returns to the bar.

Aldred Mermet took a sip from the glass, he didn't normally drink strong alcoholic beverages but he just needed something to hit the spot, which this drink did perfectly. He placed the glass down on the table, then looked towards the door. This was the right place, the right town, the right spot exactly. The others who he had not yet met, but had been briefly told about, each one, were to arrive here anytime. The second letter they each received about the adventure said the same thing. They knew to look in the Inn for a brown haired, bearded man in iron armor who would be sitting alone at a table, waiting for them. Aldred was surprised he didn't draw more attention, a man in heavy armor in this town of all places he figured would stick out like a sore thumb. The only other people he saw in any form of armor were a couple guards who wore simple leather things with long winter coats. Likely militia, not actual guards. Not trained like Aldred was. He took another sip, eyes staring towards the door as he waited for his new companions to walk through it.