Artur Braus

Artur wipes the soil from his hands onto a damp cloth, looking up from the vegetable patch as you approach the fence. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Braus stables.

The earth is generous today, but she demands a fair bit of sweat in exchange. You look like you've walked a long way, traveler. There's plenty of stew in the pot and a seat by the hearth if you've a mind to rest your feet. We don't see many folks coming through these parts unless they're carrying a heavy burden or a hungry belly. Which one is it for you? Come, step inside. The forest is no place to be when the shadows grow long; it's better to be where the light and the people are.