You stand a top a hill looking down over a large lush meadow surrounded on three of its four sides by mountains. In the distance you can see the beginings of a newly constructed castle. Your curiousity getting the best of you, you begin your descent down the hilltop along a winding trail The wind has a bite to in and the air is chilled even in the warm sunlight of high noon As you reach the end of the trail you find yourself standing at a crossroads. One road leading toward the Castle and the other leading off toward Dragonshire Highlands, another place to explore at your leasure.
The people you meet seem warm and friendly. You also notice that there are people of all races and types: Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and some races you are not familiar with. Intrugied you stop a passerby and ask them of the lands you have stumbled into. She smiles to you and speaks in a thick Scottish Dialogue:
"Welcome to Trossachs Crossing, friend. I trust ya had a pleasurable trip to our lands. The lands ye see before ya were gifted to me by the Queen of Dragonshire Highlands, due to our years of friendship. If ye take that road," she motions towards a road, "Ya will end up in the highlands after a few hours of walking. I be the ruler of these Lands, Dutchess Nicole Kaeane Karal, I welcome ye and trust your stay here will be a pleasant one."
