Quaervarr

[Rick7475]

This isolated and rustic logging town of approximately 1000 inhabitants, primarily Human and Half-elf, has enjoyed a reputation as a peaceful backwater in times past. It lies some thirty miles north of Silverymoon, at the center of a network of crisscrossing logging roads and game trails. The town itself is unimpressive, a collection of wood-frame buildings sheltered behind a high wooden palisade.

In recent months evil creatures that follow Malar and claim ownership of the Moonwood have come to threaten the community. These worshipers of Claw Hollow have roused the towns’ suspicious nature of newcomers and increased the general concern among the townsfolk. Due to the growing need, silver weapons are an unusual, but growing to be common commodity in this town due to its success versus the followers of Malar.

The Whistling Stag Inn dining room has a magnificent tapestry depicting an elven hunt. It shows two hunting bands galloping through the forest after a boar, with the riders leaping their mounts over fallen trees. The groups take turns riding through the scene over and over, with birds flitting in and out of the trees between their appearances. The Whistling Stag Inn and Hunting Lodge is a base where guests can enjoy the best hunting in all the North. The expert guides hunt owlbears, stirges, and other predators year-round. This keeps the boar and deer that roam the southern Moonwood plentiful. The guides are full of tales about the forest depths. The Stag is named for a famous local animal, never caught, that eluded the best huntsmen and sauntered down the village streets the next morning. Folk swore he looked at them in amusement, whistling as he went. This is as good as inns get, with attentive personal service, like warmed robes at dawn, warm baths whenever desired, a resident healer, and more. A hidden delight. The inn also is the inspiration for the newly appointed pennant which is a stag upon a green field and flown proudly about.