People new to Autumn are often pleasantly surprised at how peaceful and pleasant a town as “interesting” as Autumn is. Arriving via Skycraft showcases its mosaic of cultural influences. Architectural, magical, social, and civil-engineering concepts from far more races than this world alone must hold somehow meld into a generally pleasant, thriving, and happy community.
There are dangers, of course. The death rate around Autumn, if not in the town proper is quite high, though it should be noted these statistics are almost solely due to abundant hired-adventurer fatalities, whose sacrifice ensures the town’s peace. Autumn is a town that understands both the price of vigilance, and the benefits. Despite the excitement, Autumn is no more dangerous than any other town in the Dragon Empire.
Many make there way here, and many of those find themselves in the Grinning Oaf Tavern. One night in particular would change the course of several lives, and the course of history.
A sorcerer who once thought only of themselves works the room, chatting up anyone who could help them find adventure.
One of the lizardfolk — a race of mostly savage sentient-eaters — sits in a corner, clawed fingers expertly pulling a pleasant, unobtrusive tune from their lute.
A living statue, the last warrior of an ancient goddess is here, looking pensively at a goblet of mead on the bar before her.
In through the open door (for it is a warm evening) stomps a wild Gnome of the Gnorth, muttering under her breath “‘Untold dangers’, porting home without me, by my pointy hat I’ll…”
Humans, the other races agree, are masters of emotional expression. Elves, for example, tend to be either stoic or throw themselves fully into one emotional expression at a time. Humans can create a stew of emotional expressions all at once, making them both adorable and infuriating to other races.
The human sorcerer currently excusing themselves from a discussion with two off-work Dwarven miners currently displayed the following emotions, should one be skilled enough to read them: Exhilaration, dread, relief, and a deeper sadness mixed with a twinge of guilt.
“Did you say ‘untold dangers’?!” they exclaimed, a little louder than they’d meant.