3rd Flocktime<br/>571 C.Y.<br/>Kendra, Keoland<br/><br/>(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/images/village_drawing.jpg)<br/><br/>It was a beautiful low summer morning. The village of Kendra, if it could be called that, was situated on a junction of two roads. One headed north, towards the Dreadwood and Haranshire, a very remote and sparsely populated part of the kingdom, while the other headed east towards Burle, Bale and Saltmarsh. It was a very rural part of the large kingdom, and Kendra was mainly an overnight stop for travelers, and an out of the way farming community. If you came to Kendra, odds were you weren't staying, and if you lived here, odds were you didn't know much about the world that existed over the horizon. Aside from a few homes, and an inn, there was a Temple to Pelor, a shrine to Myhriss, and a blacksmith.<br/><br/>A few wagons could be seen working up and down the road, having just left the inn. Standing beside a wagon, huffing and puffing, and apparently cursing under his breath, is a middle aged man who is reading a letter, while keeping one arm draped around a small chest. He appears to be visibly annoyed, and his gaze falls towards a recently departed wagon that is heading off to the east.