Stories from Riverbrook Inn: Short Stories of Hailgalad and other kingdoms

A tear falls down your eye as you pull your mug closer to you and wipe your nose.

"Well that was a story," Fredrick chimes in as he too was moved.

Everyone at the bar slowly sip on their ales as the area in the tavern begins to quiet more.

You take a long sip of the Riverbrook Red. Its bitter and crisp flavor excites your tastebuds and refreshes you. You close your eyes and breathe deep as the nearby fire continues to crackle away.

"How about a story of a heist?" Fredrick queries the crowd. "I have a tale of an uppity Duke that gets knocked down a peg."

A collective cheer and clink of glasses signifies an approval of the next tale as the old man takes a long swig and starts.