As you enter the quaint little village the smell of freshly baked goods overwhelm you. Children run back and forth in the street, their laughter following closely behind. The small town only has one main square lined with a few shops.
At a closer look you realize they aren't shops at all, but homes. You realize with the small number of families living in Raena there is little use for a busy market place. There are however two shops that you can see, a clothing store and a mapmaker's. The mapmaker seems somewhat out of place in the small village.
A storyteller sits by the clothing shop, stroking his graying beard and waiting for the next child to entertain.
A second road, if that dirt path can be called a road, intersects the one that led you into the square heading north. Just east of the road looms a great temple. You assume the road bends and leads towards the temple for there seems to be no other way to reach it.
