Malefic returns from the lands in the south, towing a handcart of good strong ale for his pub "The battered Pleco". Known for it's strong, flavorfull ale, and it's horrible tasting fried fish, it's the town's choice for dinner, if only because it's the only place in town other than meemee's. Head down, arms knotted with the strain of hauling the keg behind him, he almost misses the windows with boards, the look of fear in each villager's eyes he meets. Then the horsemen of the baron round the corner, looking for all their regalia like the last four of the apocylapse... What's happened to my little town?!?
Sorry for the delay in posts, between going to bed early, and working since, I've missed out!