"Greetings Traveller...enter quickly for the storm grows, and the gales bring the promise of winter upon them."

....The heavy oak door closed and the woman pulled a chair closer to the fireplace, beckoning to sit. Taking two of the heavy logs from the basket by the hearth, she tossed them into the fire. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by the light of the newly awakened flames. Taking the discarded cloak from the chair, she draped it over another and drew it up to the fire to dry, glancing up at the sudden movment. A large man approached bearing mugs of ale, it seemed as though the hair on his head had fallen and taken root around his jowl, as he was magnificently bearded, and completely bald. With a nod to the woman he left the drinks on the table and them alone by the fireside.......

"They call me Dell, and I 'll be your guide, if'n you have enough brains and gold to see a good thing went it smacks yer in the chops. Where you bound on your jouney stranger? There are things around these parts that are better off knowing about, if you know what I means. Just the other day Terf went off to pick mushrooms of all things and the bugger never came back! Ah but you dint know him, and problably never will now mind you, though that aint no loss to yer self, I'll say. Now if'n your goin wandrin you'd better let me give you a few hints, so that you dunt go the same way Terf went. Now dunt go tramping over the mountains North from here, if yer ever want to be seen by 'uman eyes ever again. There be a few places that yer don't want to be going......tell yer what, since its raining so 'ard outside and you looks to be eager to be on your way. i'll do yer a deal.  For one gold piece I'll sell yer me map. Happ'ns I'll be the silly bugger to get meself lost now. But you goot a kind face, well what I can see from under all that muck anyhow. Here take it, it's kept me safe all these years,  it should see you right too."

"Right now that's you seen to stranger, and now I must take me leave of yer, and get back home. Stick to the places on that map and you'll do fine, but stray and it's on yer own head, you mark my words. Storm shouldn't last too much longer, I'd have another ale then set out if I were you...then again if I were you I'd sit here and get so drunk that I wouldn't even know what time of day it was or who I am...but that's me I guess.  Far thee well stranger, and remember stick to the map! Oh and if you ever need to talk to me again, write on the scroll and I'll get the message.!

"You are the ************ Traveller I have guided through this land!