The Deal with the Crossroads

A twilight crossroads, lit my lanterns and marked with a cross. A shadowy figure with a bow in the background.

The crossroads by Thimblecross are often busy at dusk with traders, traveling entertainers, and vagabonds looking to make Goosefoot before sundown. Occassionally, one ends up in Tilly Greer's inn, saying a cloaked figure with the sun behind them directed them up the hill to Thimblecross. Tilly won't turn down a customer stuck in Thimblecross after dark, but she is no fan of "the stranger."

However you arrived in Thimblecross, dear reader, you are most welcome. Make yourself comfortable, put up your weary feet, and muse with us a bit on the strangeness of the crossroads.