An old path, overgrown and barely scuffed by the weary feet of travelers, meanders here and there through the forest of Darkleaf. It passes the door of a musty little inn, known as the Silver Dagger to some and to others, just a journey's stopover for a good brew, a bite to eat, and a bit of local gossip.

But that's only at first glance.

Ask anyone who knows the Dagger best. The praises far outweigh the grumbles, but the wise newcomer takes all words of caution to heart... especially if he wants to be able to continue his traveling.

Strike up a conversation with the help if you like, but measure out your words as you do. There's many secrets kept silent behind a friendly word or a smile. Watch both your back and your purse. Nimble and quiet fingers have no sort of a conscience around the careless.

Sample a drop or two of the eldenberry wine if your're feeling thirsty. Just remember... it's not always ripe.

But most importantly... pay the bill. Always pay the bill, my friend, for of all the fearsome beasts and crafty foes that lurk deep in Darkleaf's heart, waiting for the unwary traveler... none can compare with an ogre who has been cheated of his rightful coin.