The year is 210 AD.

People in this land don't believe in magic, nor do they believe in the supernatural, but they do believe in one thing that can be apart of both those categories. The myth has has been told for a millennium. 'If you go to the Forbidden Land, you can make a wish and it will be fulfilled.' No one knows how accurate the myth is because anyone who has ever dared to go to the Forbidden Land has never came back.

A Inn was the only building within a week's journey towards civilization. Hero's Last Stop. The inn earned this nickname because the people that stay usually are heading towards a distant land called Forbidden Land. The inn was on the border between Vallonde and the Forbidden Land. Hero's Last Stop was designed and built with precision and beauty.

“Why have such a nice and expensive looking inn on the border of such a cursed land?” A regular patron of the inn asked the innkeeper.

The innkeeper looked towards this stranger and put both his arms on the bar, with a lowered voice he replied, “Why not give people a nice warm place to stay before they march towards their deaths?”

The stranger didn't say anything else to the innkeeper acknowledging what he said and agreed with it. Shortly after this occurred a group of travelers entered inside. Some of them looked like adventurers, some warriors, while others commoners. They didn't seem to know each other very well, like they had just met somewhere near the inn and just gathered as they walked towards the inn.

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Jasper

A little bit before entering the Inn:

Jasper looks at the area around him. He stands in a mountainous region spotted with lush green hills to the east and a dense pine tree forest to the west, where he was heading. He can see a stream to the south and a road heading to the northeast behind him.

As Jasper headed towards the Inn he could see, that it looks warm, pleasant and beautiful. Softwooden planks and marble pillars make up most of the building's outer structure. It's hard to see through the darkened windows, but he could hear some chatter from inside. He could easily discern there wasn't enough chatter to hold more than 3 people in there.

As he entered the tavern through the fancy wooden door, Jasper could smell fresh meat and ale from within. The bartender stood with his arms on the bar talking to a stranger. The innkeeper was old with gray long hair. He has a gray beard which seems to suit him very well. Jasper sent a respect nod towards the Innkeeper and walked towards him.

“I want some meat to eat before I begin my journey to the Forbidden Land.” Jasper said as he sat down on a bar-stool near the Innkeeper.

The Innkeeper nodded his head and walked into the kitchen. Jasper could hear the distant orders the innkeepers were giving to the cook in the kitchen. After a few moments the Innkeeper came back into sight.

“The food is being prepared. My name is Cael Gray. Welcome to my Inn.” He stuck out his hand and to shake Jasper's hand. Jasper accepted the hand shake and smiled, “My name is Jasper Delman.”

After they had finished shaking hands Jasper looked around the inn, it's as alluring inside as it is on the outside. Wooden beams support the upper floor and the sconces attached to them. The walls are completely empty, besides the lighting, most likely because customers stumble against the walls too often and would knock off anything on the walls..

There are several long tables in the middle of the room and smaller tables are closer to the edge of the room, some by the windows.

Bridget

Inside the Inn

Bridget crossed her legs and sat at one of the smaller tables, sipping from a goblet and watching the man who had entered. He seemed blunt, as he did no sort of asking or such for his meal. A bit of a demand, if she were being outright. Though she supposed it wasn't her place to say anything on the matter, nor was it her place to have even noticed, but she couldn't help but feel a little upset about it. Supposing it was better to let it slide, Bridget picked a small bit of meat off her plate and chewed thoughtfully.

She thought about the last thing she had said to her father, the things she'd taken from his room, the bow and arrow that she had snapped on the way here... all the things of the past. Why she hadn't thought about what was in front of her, she didn't know. Maybe it was the fear of the unknown that she had, or the fear of death. She furrowed her brow, still picking at her plate. As she lifted her goblet, she noticed it empty.

"Cael?" she called as she approached the bar with her empty goblet, holding it out. "Would you mind filling me up?" Bridget asked, then stumbled a bit, catching herself on the man who she'd heard was called 'Jasper'.

"My goodness, I am so sorry!" she gasped, steadying herself and brushing herself off as she set the goblet on the bar itself.

They days seemed to grow longer for Conrad. Unlike the days of his youth were time seemed to fly by now they seemed to stretch impossibly long. With a sigh Conrad continued on his way. Digging in his saddle bag, Conrad took out the compass and map he had been using to get to the forbidden lands and made sure he was heading the right way. After a minute of so he was confident enough that he was, in fact, heading in the right direction.

After about another half hour of riding an inn came into view and Conrad spurred Sil'nyy to go faster. After several minutes they reached their destination. Tying Sil'nyy up near the water trough, Conrad fetched an apple out of his bag and gave it too her with a pet on the nose. Taking his helmet off, Conrad entered the little inn and sat down at the bar after moving past two people who had collided with each other. Ordering a simple meal and some ale, Conrad took out his pipe and started to leisurely smoke from it.

With casual glances around the inn, he noticed that there wasn't many patrons. In fact, it seemed the other too were the only ones here. They were both young, that much was for certain. They seemed to be a little flustered, if anything at all. With that his food came and he promptly dug in, with occasional breaks to smoke a little.

Jasper

Cael went into the kitchen, then shortly came back out with a plateful of steak. A small smile appeared on the side of Jasper's face as Cael came ever closer to the bar, "Thanks for the food!" Jasper said with a raised voice because of his excitement. He took a forkful of meat and put it into his mouth. A moment later, some strange lady bumped into him. "My goodnes, I am so sorry!" she said.

Jasper almost choking on his food, cleared his throat, "It's alright, you could kill someone that way though." He said it in a jokingly manner but it almost sounded serious as well. He didn't really know what to say when accidents like that happened. He shrugged it off and looked at Cael, "Can I have a pint of water please?"

Cael refilled Bridget's goblet, "There you are ma'am." He smiled softly at the fact she stumbled into somebody. He bent down and grabbed a goblet for Jasper, filling it with water, "There you are sir."

"Thanks Cael." Jasper said nicely. Then he took another bite of his meal.