<em>The Lady Jacqueline of House Ducat, a fellow noble of the Castle City of Edenia was one of the most beautiful women of the nobility. Yet her looks did not match her fervor and lust for excitement. Riches she had already and she could have had her choice of anyone she wanted within the Edenian nobility if she applied herself. But she wanted more. Having grown up being squired by Lord Justin Reharl in the ways of knighthood, she had learned quickly the role of sword and shield. And now she had blossomed into a beautiful woman. She had a full pack of her essentials, food and a generous amount of wealth in her purse. Riding atop of a gallant white horse she looked the spitting image of a heroine. Jacqueline had left behind a world of luxury and refinement to seek adventures and glory. Thus she was now on her own.<br/><br/>At first the journey was exactly as her mind had made it to be. The sun was high in the air an the soft warmth kept her soul high. However after riding along through the fields and farms of Edenia and being waved at by the peasantry, soon enough she was all on her own with naught a familiar face in sight. And the roads gave way to the forests of Wispoak. Several days of hard travels had taken their toll on her spirits however as the world gave her a rude awakening in the form of a downpour which made riding on horseback miserable. She had to learn how to make camp, make a fire and cook decently for herself. With varying success but she was determined. Keeping up her lovely appearances proves a considerable challenge with ice cold water baths and a bar of soap. The nights can be restless with various sounds of the wild making her sleep with one eye open. In short traveling by her lonesome was not easy.<br/><br/>Upon the sixth day of travel however she was coming through a break in the wilderness. The forests gave way to a small array of plains and finds herself looking upon various stone houses with that roofs encircling around a large building of oak, stone and wood. The harvest had come and gone and the crops that remained looked more parched and the trees were bare of fruit. People work the fields however and the smiles she saw were not given, indeed people were casting an eye of suspicion on her. Doors shut upon her approach. Further off in the distance she could see a caravan of three wagons further down the road away from the hamlet. The only doors that were opened to her were the central building. A large sign outside told her this a bed and tavern called the "Chipped Goblet." This place looked better built but something about this place made her feel off. <br/><br/>Upon her approach to the center of the hamlet, she could see a few other people dismounting. With various forms of patchwork armor and dirtied clothes, they didn't look too friendly. This gave her a moment to reflect. There was an air of danger here that she couldn't point to just one point. It felt like there was some kind of dark magic here permeating the small hamlet so deep in the Wispoak Woods. The wagons at the far end gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. The eyes of suspicion she felt upon her even now as she had to decide for herself if she wanted to take a moment to get a fresh meal and a warm bed from this tavern. Or perhaps maybe there was a job board for her to look upon and find something of interest. After all her funds couldn't carry her along forever. Yet this was her story and she was the architect of it. What would she do?"</em>