Dak and Thorir entered the city of Fallcrest on a seemingly ordinary day, at least that’s what it seemed like to Dak. Thorir, who had rarely been more than a few miles away from Westerfield, could not comprehend what he was seeing. The city walls stood fifty feet above the ground. Buildings made with stone, polished wood, and (gasp!) clay roof tiles amazed the young warrior, who had never known anything but thatched roofs and dirt floors. Thanks to a very helpful guard, the duo had directions to Orest Naerumar’s shop. Once inside, Dak looked around at the wares and, thanks to his exceptional arcane knowledge, noticed that most of it was junk. Thorir thought all of it was beyond his wildest dreams.