[h1][center]In a quiet village the size of a town, by a noisy river...[/center][/h1]

[center]People were busy, but nothing was in a hurry. The earth just seemed to march to a different beat here in Helsend, it’s peaceful in this village. Whether you’re coming from the main road that leads to the other side of things, or if you’re already resting somewhere, you’re no doubt a traveler coming for one thing or another. Helsend hasn’t had a lot of visitors lately, children were running through the street waving sticks under the mid-day sun, farmers were tending to the fields, loggers from the eastern side of Helsend were cutting felled trees into logs, and yet most work had been done for the day, so plenty were catching their breath down at the tavern down by the riverside the people fished in when they had time.

The Yellowgrass Tavern.

A homely place, almost all the working class of Helsend came in through here, and while most of them were human, and lumber workers and farmers, there was an elf or two around somewhere that ran a “fancy” store. Either way, it was friendly in Yellowgrass. It didn’t look like much outside, but when you stepped in, things changed entirely. It was large and airy inside with a large and rectangular fire pit keeping the whole place lit and warm, it seemed quiet until you got closer to the tables with people at them, everyone just kept their voices in check politely for the most part. At the front of the tavern was a row of barstools and someone keeping things tended to. A woman in her 20s wearing the usual tavern clothes, cloth shirt, tied up hair, that sort of thing. The counter was empty since everyone was gathered around out in the open as another tavern worker or two handled the food.

It was calm, but lively in Helsend. 

What shall you do? [/center]