Summerthorpe is a very small community nestled near the main trade road between two major cities – giving it enough traffic to support it, and enough protection that the worst thing the locals usually have to deal with is a few highwaymen looking for cover after messing with the wrong travellers.
What makes the location notable to most is that unlike most small farming communities, the population of Summerthorpe and the surrounding farms is almost entirely dwarven with nary a blacksmith or mine to be seen. The structures in town are all a mix of stone and wood.
The centre of the community is the church just north of the graveyard – dedicated not to one of the common dwarven gods, but to a god of harvests and animal husbandry. The church serves as the town hall and also the public house where the locals keep and drink the…
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