The chill in the wind is growing stronger, and the sun sets earlier each evening, reminding us that winter waits just around the bend.
A summer of travel, of viking and raiding, of battles fought and territories explored, now draws to a close. With last year’s trade agreement holding strong and an uncanny silence surrounding the Kobold scourge, Gryphon’s Rest finally exhales after a turbulent season in the valley.
Now is not the time for bartering, for glory-seeking, or for keeping old scores. This is a time for stillness, for community, for rest.
Gryphon’s Rest calls to Northreach not to fight, nor to roar, nor to clamor for greatness, but to gather together in peace and remembrance.
Let us sit. Let us listen. Let us tell the stories of the year 2025, stories of triumph, of folly, of friendship, of loss. Let this be a time for healing and laughter, a final hoorah before frost sets its grip on the land, before the nights grow long and the hearth becomes our sanctuary.
Games shall still be played. The Goblins will sip their tea beneath the nose of the Warchief, and quests will still call to those willing to answer. But let them be taken up not in haste, not in frenzy, and not for glory’s sake...
But for the joy of the tale.
Let them be done without rush, without burden, and not driven by the pressure to succeed, but by the quiet breath of desire.