Mid-Spring in Dryad Wood was generally a busy time.  There was farming to be done.  Sheep to be sheared.  Herds to be culled.  Not much had changed in the last couple hundreds of years from the perspective of humans.  Of course, the resident elves would say that a lot had changed in a very short period of time.  A couple hundred years ago, this town did not exist.  And, according to legend, it had expanded from a mere human and elf to now encompass a few hundred people.<br/><br/>The town had two main roads.  One roughly running North-South and the other East-West.  Where the two met was where the most important buildings were located: the Town Hall, a small temple to Corellon, and two inns/taverns, which were rarely full with travelers but often had locals sharing their daily burdens in the evening, thus keeping the inns in business.<br/><br/>However, this Spring had been subtly different.  It was a trickle at first: people, refuges of sorts, coming from afar claiming their city or town had become overrun by foreign invaders that had appeared from nowhere, some of which looked like no other humans ever seen on Oerth.  The residents of Dryad Wood, at first, regarded many of these visitors as eccentric, odd, or insane but were more than happy to accept their coin.  Yet, people started to come in from other directions and the stories were the same.<br/><br/>The normally simple and reclusive folks of Dryad Wood became somewhat concerned and the Town Council convened, deciding that they would seek adventures and volunteers from Dryad Wood to seek answers to these perplexing problems, as well as to determine whether Dryad Wood was at any risk.  A sign was placed on the cross in the roads so that all could see the proclamation.  The council wants to see a party assembled in no less than two days.<br/><br/>Naturally, this being unusual in the sleepy town of Dryad Wood, the notice has caused quite a stir.  All of you, who are in in the campaign, are currently located within the Charming Dryad, one of the two taverns/inns at this crossroad.  Those of you who are locals believe that the food and ale here is of a finer quality than the other inn, called the Thirsty Dragon.  Locals and travelers alike, are openly and animatedly discussing the proclamation and speculating wildly about the nature of these alleged strangers that may or may not be from Oerth.<br/><br/>(Those of you who are locals, likely know each other and recognize each other and may easily approach each other naturally.  Travelers might want to ask the barmaid or anyone else or just make a grand entrance.  If you need someone/anyone, just let me know.  I can have someone appear.  :) )