<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Welcome to Riverlund</strong></span><br/>(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/River-Village--Casting-Course-aerial-rendering.jpg)</div><br/><em>Reads the old sign on the gates as you near them, and inside you can already see the busy bodied folk moving about. Little buildings and houses dot the area, and in the distance just near the tall fence sits a few ranches with men working the fields. The aroma of baked bread and fresh grain grace the river scented air once inside the village proper, giving a sense of calm after so long on the road. Though this seems to come with it's own troubles, as with further inspection it seems the rumors have spoken true. <br/><br/>The distant sight of the graveyard stands out the most with a large gathering seeming to pay homage to the dead. There isn't just one casket though, but three peak out from behind the blockade of people mourning the losses of their fellows. Despite the feeling of calm, a strange dead now gathers in the pits of your stomach at what must be going on behind the scenes. People walk with the look of sorrow on their features, and each person looks upon you as if you're just another stranger that may bring them harm. <br/><br/>That's when a poster on the side of a building catches your eye, it reads in bold common script. <strong>"For those travelers who fancy themselves heroes enough to help people in need, please seek out old Ben at the Tanned Tankard tavern."</strong> The short message stands in contrast to the words that carried on the lips of merchants. Though none the less, the poster stands in the open as if the mayor himself had ordered for it to be distributed. </em>