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6th of Pharast, Along South Rostland Road

After ten long days on a featureless, Rostland road to nowhere, a trio of hunters and outcasts look up in relief, their destination finally in sight, Oleg's Trading Post.
Yes, the group remembers it being mentioned in the charters they all received:

Be it known that the bearer of this charter has been charged by the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and authority vested within them by the office of the regent of the Dragonscale Throne, has granted the right of exploration and travel within the wilderness known as the Greenbelt. Exploration should be limited to an area no further than thirty-six miles east and sixty miles south of Oleg's Trading Post. The carrier of this charter should also strive against banditry and other unlawful behavior to be encountered. The punishment for unrepentant banditry remains, as always, execution by the sword or rope. So witnessed on this 24th day of Calistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and authority granted by the Lord Aoleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.

The Post is intimidating and old, a bit like a veteran grandparent if they were a building. It is surrounded by a worn, but sturdy, wooden palisade that stands 10 feet high. At each corner of this palisade are 20-foot high watchtowers, each sporting ruined piles of machinery that were catapults, back in the Post's prime. There is a single entrance, a thirty-foot wooden gate. It is invitingly, and conveniently, open.

The trio quickens its pace, and hastily makes its way through the gate. They are greeted by three buildings, a large one to the west resembling a stable, a medium sized house-like one to the east that faces a small barrack. Smoke rises from the house-like building's chimney and the smell of good food wafts toward the newcomers.

A gruff man is busily repairing the roof of the barracks, when they enter. As they breathe in the hearty smell of a finely crafted meal, he turns and nods his head, giving a gruff greeting.
"Welcome, I'm Oleg Leveton, be wit' ya in a moment."

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