Town Population: about 200 people
Ruler or Representative: Council leads town, with Councilman Jensen at the head. There is a tradition where a goat is elected mayor, but they have no actual power.
Environment: A farming village on the rolling Plains of Dalmora, not far outside the mountain pass out of the cove where The Haile is located.
Representative Building: Council Halls (looks like a longhouse). Windmill and silo, near the farms.
Specialty Goods: The town produces a great deal of wheat, in addition to some meat, dairy, and produce. A small, thriving brewery making beer out of the wheat.
Town’s Sights/Sounds/Smells: Smells like hay and freshly cut grass, but gives folks with allergies trouble. Small country store, bath house, covered pavilion in the center town. Busy town, everyone pulls their weight; a bit loud sometimes.
Town’s Threats: Water shortage and poor crop return, as there is something on the outskirts of town blocking the local river and making trouble for the farmers.
As you enter town, you cross a wide but short stone bridge that arches across what used to be a small creek, but is now a trickle through a muddy gully. In front of you, a long, rounded wooden roof rises above the thatched cottages. Half of it covers a building; the other half is an open pavilion over some tables and other seating.
Just outside the pavilion, there is a bit of open grassy space surrounded by shops. Oleson’s Dry Goods sits furthest north, with a tall, broad storage shed out back connected to the dirt road that runs through town. Next to it there’s a fenced-in area nestled between the other buildings, and from the equipment you recognize it as a blacksmith’s shop. The Winter Wheat Inn is on the other side of the green, a quaint two-story cottage that serves as a boarding house. Next to it sits the Dalmora Brewing Company, a rather plain wooden building with a high pitched roof.
To the north, just up a small rise--partially natural, partially reinforced by a retaining wall--sits a bathhouse. Behind it is one of the few copses of trees that dot the town. Between the buildings, you can make out a gully winding its way from the north into town, but like the one you saw as you entered, it seems to be muddy and rather empty. Beyond that, you see a windmill and a grain silo on the road leading north out of town.
The plains of Dalmora continue rolling south of town, out past a cluster of farmhouses and off into the horizon. Towards the west, the road continues off through the fields.
Albert Oleson, shopkeeper of Oleson’s Dry Goods
Carys Pearce, proprietor of The Winter Wheat Inn
Kobo and Tobei Ohara, brewers at Dalmora Brewing Company
Ethan Pembroke, blacksmith
Kriek Jensen, councilman. Emma Davies, Logan Cole
Mayor Roland, a goat