The spring sun is warming the freshly plowed soil of the farmlands around Greenbelt. The patchwork of green, yellow, brown, and black fields covers the horizon almost as far as eyes can see. 

Several roads, such as the Perish Path, East Road, and Drazi Path crisscross this tapestry of fields and connect at one point - the peaceful town of Greenbelt.

You are standing on the Greenbelt's hub - the Newstone Square. Two of the town's four scribes are loitering in front of the town hall. Several farmhands just tied their mules to a stable near the adjacent tavern - they are entering for breakfast or a morning drink.

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Every morning, owners of local businesses come to Newstone Square with daily jobs - a great way to earn a quick coin or meet more people in Greenbelt.

Just as the first job was to be shared by a dirty halfling standing on the wooden podium, a voice appears in your head, as if carried by a personal wind. 

Veil, walk away quietly. Keep your head down and hide. We have bad news.

This is a familiar spell and a familiar voice - it belongs to Lidia, a priestess of Dhossor with who you’ve traveled before.