Deep within Whisperwood stands a tavern that should not exist.

Travelers swear it appears where it is needed most.

Some find it after a difficult journey.

Others discover it after losing their way.

A few claim it appeared exactly when they needed somewhere to belong.

The Rusty Lantern serves excellent food, strong cider, warm tea, and better conversations.

Most nights a particular table near the hearth is occupied by a strange collection of friends.

Auren.

Silverbranch.

Embertrail.

Oakriver.

Moonthistle.

Dewsong.

Vesperglow.

No one is entirely certain how they all became friends.

Even less certain how they survive one another.

Yet somehow they always seem to end up here.

Laughing.

Arguing.

Planning impossible adventures.

Sharing stories.

And leaving one chair open.

Just in case another traveler arrives.