Ruins of Ends Meets, The (5E)

An old town nestled beneath the comforting branches of a fold of dark oaks, elms and locust trees. Few people live here anymore. Gardens that have long since returned to the wild crowd the dirt streets and paths that lead up to houses left empty too long. Birds abound, singing and calling to one another, filling the rustic old town with a joyful sound that belies the decrepit nature and ruins of all her structures. Houses, once white, with tall windows and fences are gray with age and weathered, beaten by time and decay. Somewhere a hound bays mournfully. Its voice is mournful, promising something long forgotten, much like the little town.

But it’s here you were supposed to go. Here you were to meet the man in green. This old town that time seems to have forgotten.