Brookhollow at Dusk

The village of Brookhollow settles under a violet sky as hearthsmoke curls from chimneys. A battered noticeboard creaks beside a mossy well, announcing a bounty upon the hobgoblin warlord who lairs beneath the ruined keep of Emberfall.

You check your gear: a dull blade, a thin purse, a brave heart.

• The Ember Flask tavern buzzes with rumor.
• A market of oddments still haggles by lamplight.
• The forest road slants toward the black silhouette of the keep.

What will you do, adventurer?