<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRJPKuAbUh18-1bsEwyDfx5GpcqCGHJ2jwovnr5W9skNewqaj7gF06hmeAnzmS2BZn3BhA&amp;usqp=CAU) </div>The group stumbled in one at a time into the cave.  They were not quite sure what had brought them there.  However, the light of fire led them on.  Over the small fire was a cooking pot and sitting on a boulder was a tapped cask.  A half-dozen crude wooden cups sat next to the cask.<br/><br/>A robed figure stood up from the fire and smiled at the group.  Their face had the androgenous look of an Elf, but the body beneath the robe was more heavyset than an Elf.  The figure called out, "Welcome travelers!  Welcome to what will one day be Crossroads - the Crossroads of space and time.  I know it doesn't look like much now.  However, every place, every tale needs a beginning.  More importantly, every story needs a hero, or maybe a group of heroes.  Come, sit at the fire, introduce yourself, have a bit to eat and drink.<br/><br/>The food in the pot is yeoman fare - grains and vegetables, with bits of some meat.  However, the seasonings are indescribable. It is probably the best fare that anyone has tasted.  Similarly, the cask yields a thick brew of ale.  Again, the flavors are like nothing anyone has had.  The party suspects magic has been at work, but then it would have taken powerful magic to draw each of the individuals from where they were to where they now are.<br/><br/>Those who inspect the remainder of the cave come to a sobering conclusion. There is no opening or door.  Whatever magic brought the party here will need to send it back.<br/><br/>[OOC each character should introduce themselves. Feel free to partake or not of food and drink.  Your host defers any questions or discussion until after everyone has fed.  The next post will be your host telling the group a bit about themselves and setting up the initial quest.]