[center][h1][color=662d91]Chapter 1[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=662d91]The Road to Drakkenheim[/color][/h2][/center]

Wooden wheels rumble upon the dirt packed road that leads to Emberwood Village. A pair of vultures circle the overcast skies above. A humble caravan of a single wagon is led by Eren Marlowe, a lean man in his mid forties with shoulder-length brown hair under a leather cap. He wears a slightly shabby woolen traveler’s jacket and well-worn slacks. Chatty yet professional and with an opinion about everything, the man seems to enjoy having company on the road as much as he enjoys having the extra protection of his hired guard.

“Drakkenheim, eh? What god-forsaken business brings you to that dark city?” He rubs at the scruff of his beard. “I’m only in this for Emberwood myself. The village Flamekeeper puts coin in my pocket so long as I keep supplies in hers. Fortune-seekers, mercenaries, prospectors. The old priestess has her flock to feed and I have mine. Six little ones back home. Every one of them’s as stubborn as their mother. Maybe that’s why I spend so much time on the road. What about you? Have any family? Looking to start one?”