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The village of Eldermill lies deep within Verdant Woods. It consisted of a score of wooden houses centered around a large mill and was inhabited by roughly a hundred settles, mostly ordinary elves, a small number of halflings, dwarves, sprites, and even beastfolk.
Usually alive with industry, the moon in town was sour in the wake of the dire events of recent weeks. As twilight settles in each night, the villagers board up their houses and burn bright lanterns in a feeble attempt to keep the darkness at bay.
Ren arrived at the village at noon, though.
The dense forest opened up into a large area that had been cleared of trees. A red-painted mill towered some ten meters above a score of wooden houses. Though smoke rises from several chimneys, the streets were mostly empty. Gaunt animals loitered on the side of the street, and the baaing of sheep could be hard faintly from the fields further ahead.
