Master of Dungeons, Petter of Traps
- Nov 9, 2022
The village was lively, abuzz with the summer festivities just around the corner. The local church was preparing to venerate the gods, and the farmers preparing to send offerings to the local lord. The Summer Solstice was bringing in travelers, small time adventers, passing through to the distant capital of Aurora. The inn was bustling, the mill was teaming with new blood, the Owner raking in money hand over fist, Aethel's father absorbing business left and right, amassing a fresh dowry.