Pasterlydale

Pasterlydale is a small town of about 175 souls located about three miles north and inland from Ketanyoog. The town is a likely stop for fur traders looker to deal with trappers. The town is usually well-stocked to deal with traders and winters alike, with enough rooms to house double the population plus horses and 6 warehouses for storing the harvest and furs. Regrettably, imperial tax collectors came through quite recently and cleaned the town out of its harvest and other stocks. The town offers travelers an inn, stables, a tavern, a blacksmith, a herbalist, and a general provisioner. There is also Jolly n Son's Brewery and Taproom which is known to make a mean blackberry imperial stout. There was also once a haunted tower, which some kind adventures managed to drive the haunting Haunt away. Also in an unrelated innocent, the traitor barkeep Jolly and one of his sons went missing; last seen going to the tower at this time.

The herbalist, Pelly Glirekin, is an elderly woman renown across the Glirewood for her mastery of herbalism and extensive knowledge of the flora and fauna of the region. Her master was Garly the Elder Tortoise. Virtually every village herbalist this side of the Dragon's Backs studied under her as an apprentice. While the elderly woman is far too old to venture often into the woods, she still makes a mean concoction; and, at any rate, what are apprentices for if not for gathering ingredients in the woods?

There is no priest to the Goddess of Life, instead it is assumed by a ragged Farmer, named Daniel.

Recently, the town has become "hosts" to a Greenflag Company about two dozen strong. The town offers travelers an in, stables, a tavern, a blacksmith, a herbalist, and a general provisioner. The herbalist, Pelly Glirekin, is an elderly woman renown across the Glirewood for her mastery of herbalism and extensive knowledge of the flora and fauna of the region. Virtually every village herbalist this side of the Dragon's Backs studied under her as an apprentice. While the elderly woman is far too old to venture often into the woods, she still makes a mean concoction; and, at any rate, what are apprentices for if not for gathering ingredients in the woods?