The One Armed Barbarian Speaks.....

...As the serving wench slips away....you notice in the shadow a One Armed Barbarian.  He tips his stein to drain the contents, his narrowed eyes tracking you.  You squeeze your way closer, past the hip multi-class wannabes crowding around flamboyant merchants selling multi-bladed pocket tools.  After a few rounds of garlic wine, the Barbarian speaks:  "If I were an  adventurous sort, I'd be headed out west, past Ned's west fork to the Path Of No Return.  Beyond this, some say, some who may or may not be present, that there is an ancient enclave of Warvha's, the so called Stomglootts who tended the Blitterwotte.  But I should say no more.  Not that this place is

set on a small knoll, and is now known as Fort Harciv.  Not of the hidden storerooms or those miscreants who are ever drawn there to extract the wealth that is hid in it's crumbling foundations....no, There should be no more conversation regarding this most very Forbidden Topic, I would not warn you of  the giant hairless beast that guards the deepest, darkest, foulest, slimiest, wretched, dank, clammy, airless, unventilated......."  There is a pause, you notice in the silence that the Barbarian's stein is empty....