Races

"Oh they’ve all come through my doors, darling! Every race you’ve ever met and a few you’ve probably never heard of. And don’t let the distinction fool you: mortals, fairies, demi-fey. Who has a soul and who doesn’t? All of that is theological balderdash. All folk bold or foolhardy enough to step beneath the great green canopy of Dolmenwood share one absolutely delightful feature worth its weight in song: they’re always, always full of surprises. Now, can I interest you in a mug of Halthwidden’s? Finest ale in Prigwort, or anywhere else, I promise.”