The small village of Falcon’s
Hollow is a wild place. Nestled in the shadow of Droskar’s Crag, the people of Falcon’s Hollow are hearty and stern. Theirs is a life of hardships, broken only occasionally by a handful of festivals and the infrequent merchant caravan. They face constant adversity from both the wilderness and the wiles of
man. Wolves nip at their heels and cutpurses ply at their pockets. It is a 
testament to their strength that they even manage to survive at all