Within the small town of New Darlingwood, the lot of you are currently into a week of celebrating your latest success in the Howl Briar. So duly dubbed because once it had been a Halfling Settlement but that was two hundred years prior. It was now a ghost town and haunted at that after a gnoll war party went about pillaging and looting and raping. All that was left for the neighbors and refugees upon their return was to bury the dead and pass down treasures to their surviving family members. Or so the legend goes. It was naught but a bitter memory by this time.  However some necromancer got it into his head that it was ripe for a new and more terrifying chapter.<br/><br/>Using an ancient ritual with an orb acquired through the summoning of an agent of the undead prince, he rose the dead and created a deadly underground laboratory for his own ill deeds. The purpose behind this was to take advantage of resources untapped and few would look for a necromancer in an ex-halfling community. The reason you got involved was because of the fact your lot had heard of a suitable reward for the capture of the necromancer. The reward was because the halfling merchant company called the Dashing Rose had issued it due to the grave robbing and violations. No one else would help except for you. The money was good all the same and the perks were nice as well. You had gone in there and made the undead dead once again. You destroyed the orb and the research and captured the necromancer.<br/><br/>Now, here the lot of you sit within New Darlingwood's famed establishment enjoying the food and drink and other pleasant hospitality of the famed tavern The Shackled Nymph. The atmosphere was festive thanks to the halfings gracious rewards which was a few magical good which you now bear proudly along with some gold both from the bounty and from your expeditions from the adventure and other adventures prior. The lanterns were hooded so they shone a warm orange hue over the oak buildings. Behind the bar was a sturdy and stout looking human that was cooking the food and pouring the beer whilst a pair of young boys whom look barely in their twenties were serving the food. Why they weren't serving wenches was a question the man always looked at the inquirer with a scowl and a snort.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shackled Nymph Floor Plan</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/131/8/0/the_shackled_nymph_by_domanese-d64xl3p.png)</div></div>