The four adventurers, Torak, Damien, Talia, and Erin, whom he hired, seemed a little wary of working for a dragon... but his writ, and his coin, were good, so they all agreed to the mission.<br/><br/>Their journey south began the next morning, through the relatively safe lands of southern Brevoy, heading towards the untamed, and unclaimed, wildlands of the Greenbelt. Located at the southern edge of Rostland, Oleg's Trading Post is a small outpost, surrounded by a ten-foot high, wooden barricade, containing a small coutyard, stable, guesthouse, and the eponymous trading post itself.<br/><br/>As the group arrives, weary from several days of travel, they are greeted by a friendly, busty woman, who introduces herself as Svetlana Leveton. "Ah heard you were coming, and not a minute too soon," the simply-dressed woman said. "Come on in, I know you all must be tired. I've got a stew cooking on the fire, and if my old fool of a husband would get down from that roof that doesn't need fixing, I'm sure he can greet you as well," she said, pitching her voice to get her husband's attention, where the older man can be seen on top of the roof of the main trading post, with a hammer, pile of shingles, and a few nails.<br/><br/>"I'll come down when I'm good an ready, woman!" he hollered back. "Unless you want to get rained on, again, I'll just be a little longer."<br/><br/>"Oh, don't mind him. He's got a bum knee, and it always makes him cranky when there's going to be weather, which, in this region, is just about every day, which means he's always cranky. Come in, come in... I assume you'll all be staying here? Of course you will, don't want to be camping outside sturdy walls, with all the rough folks around."