It is a fishing hamlet that has seen better days but is a welcome sight compared to the blustery hills on either side of the River Zumker. As you approach, you notice some other adventurer-types on the road making their way – clearly some have answered the call, and clearly it is more than a one person job.
As you approach to town, the last mile or so is a patchwork of farmland: crops of wheat, barley, spelt, onions, cabbage, turnips, and just about any other staple can be seen peeking up above the furrows of dirt between mule-drawn plows or carts with farm hands working the fields. The smell of manure and earth occasionally blows from the east along with wildflowers and grass. The town itself is ringed in a palisade and you make out the south gate where two guards in chainmail stand at attention, at least while a sharp-eyed woman with black close-cropped hair (Militia Captain Asha Zumkyri) attentively observes merchant and manual laborer alike coming past the gate.