Our story begins at the break of dawn. The small farm town of Duskwood, population of about maybe 200, was already busy at work. Farmers had been tending the fields since before the sun had begun to rise, getting as much work out of the way as possible before they'd be working the fields under the hot sun. In the dimly lit sky, merchants were slowly setting up their shops in the market, preparing their wares for the next weary traveler. Travelers who had long distances to travel checked out of their inns and made way for their next stop. Though the morning mist still hung overhead, the town was bustling before too long.
Duskwood was a fairly new-founded province, having been started only twenty years ago. Despite that, it's popularity grew very quickly. Duskwood boarders the Whitewood forest to it's East, and is one of the furthest most Eastern of provinces within the Avandrian Empire. This far out, the towns a