Paxus Asclepius
First Post
A small crowd gathers as you crest the ridge which overlooks the camp. Some eye the gith nervously, but as most are armed with tools or at best, hunting weapons, there is little risk. One man steps forward from the crowd, a tall mul with a heartpick in his right hand and no left arm. Seeing Rakskon, he calls out "So! You have been successful, I see. Welcome, strangers, to Tenpug's camp." Behind him, you see a large stone building, its doors flanked by statues of lion-headed humanoids. The faint smell of baking bread wafts through the doorway in a cloud of smoke.