The town of Ashe Fork is full of life. Small cottages, homes to entire families, seem to have sprung up almost haphazardly, with a well holding pride of place in the very center of the community. The residents appear friendly enough, calling out greetings and waving as they pass one another going about their business. Each home has a tidy little garden behind it, providing the basic necessities of life. Ashe Fork has a dry goods store, a tailor, and even a blacksmith within convenient walking distance.
A forest, dark and brooding, stretches to the west, just beyond the town limits. On the other side of Ashe Fork, a path winds down to the quayside, where at nearly all hours ships arrive and depart, indicating a thriving merchant class. Another road leads to the beach and the dunes above, and the air, pungent with the scent of the salt spray, is punctuated with the calls of seabirds, ducking and wheeling above in their dance. Past the bluffs, the castle of Cair Paravel blocks the skyline.
A forest, dark and brooding, stretches to the west, just beyond the town limits. On the other side of Ashe Fork, a path winds down to the quayside, where at nearly all hours ships arrive and depart, indicating a thriving merchant class. Another road leads to the beach and the dunes above, and the air, pungent with the scent of the salt spray, is punctuated with the calls of seabirds, ducking and wheeling above in their dance. Past the bluffs, the castle of Cair Paravel blocks the skyline.
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