This muddy, well-used field is ringed with outhouses and rings of stones that have obviously been used as cook-fires or trash burn sites many times in the past.
Once a tenday, it’s crowded with wagons from nearby farms. Farmers drive in from homesteads miles away to sell all manner of in-season produce, cheese, cider and
cider vinegar, and last year’s pickled beets in jugs. On the other nine days of the tenday, only one Red Larcher is here, a half-orc named Grund who ekes out a living by making pickles in vats at the end of the field.