You are on your way to Bridgetown, a large and prosperous village on the northern shores of Lorden. You have travelled
South, from The Lore Lands across the river Yeatham, to hold council
with Good King Aarion in his castle. Reaching the castle gate your trusty steed becomes suddenly spooked,
obviously by a feeling only it can sense, and throws you,
unceremoniously, from its back. You awake to find
that you have no idea as to where you are or how you even ended up in
this predicament...
