Hildfrith

As food and supplies are running low, some of the people of Bancross goes out for a hunt in the wintery Rohan forests, and will bring home moose and boar to feed the town. As always, they are all thankful and humbled after a grand hunt, knowing that taking the lives of a few beasts may feed many hungry mouths in the weeks and months to come.

A grand feast will be held upon their return, and the antlers will be set upon the wall as a trophy and rememberance of a successful hunt.

One night at the Bancross market, the loo line had suddenly grown to epic proportions... even the dog needed to go!

Perhaps they all had too much mead to drink that night, or something rotten had been served. Noone will ever know, except the poor bastard on latrine duty.

Woe!

Screenshot with a touch of editing and cropping by Waelden.

The villagers of Bancross are gathering at the marketplace, to address the different problems they are facing. From strangers roaming their lands to the shortage of food.

Hildfrith shows her respect to the passing Thane Averel of Bancross and his surly honor guard.

Read the first part of The Bancross Mystery: Here, and gone again here.

A lively evening at the Roaring Dragon tavern in Bancross village, where the locals tested their bravery and stomach on a new batch of ale delivered, The Old Saddle.

A merry evening at the Roaring Dragon tavern in Bancross hamlet! Drink flowed in plenty, stories and news were shared over platters of hearty vittles, while the bright hearth kept the winter's chill and darkness safely outside. Duncadda and his companion played a few jaunty tunes, including an ode to the one and only Gamferth, while Waelden tried his mettle with the infamous Old Saddle brew!