Marthton

Located in the shadow of the Cannathwood, this small town thrives on woodcutting and catering to traders on the Dawn Way. In the hills nearby lie a number of ancient barrows and stone circles of the long-vanished druidic folk who once dwelled in these lands. Marthton is governed by Lord Erethal Rethrew, an old and miserly man who lays heavy taxes on the fold of his small domain.

Marthton

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