The cook of The Misty Mug was a fat halfling by the name of Sunshine. Her husband had recently gone missing and her daughter Starlight had left for Eastbrook that morning to search for his whereabouts.
Sunshine was an odd name to have in such a place. The sun rarely broke through the overcast that enshrouded the town and the mists were thicker over the grassy moorlands north of Naerie. The village was a grey and dreary place and the only life that seemed to emanate from it came from The Misty Mug. . . [ »»»]