“In Vino Veritas, In Silvis Fortitudo” – in wine, truth; in the woods, fortitude. The Kenbro Inn advertises itself as a haven for weary travellers deep in the Greenwilds, and for most of its history that was probably even true. It wasn’t, the night the Agents stayed there.

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A storm rolling in off the frontier brought more than rain – a parasite outbreak that turned the saloon violent within the hour. Damien’s storm-induced rampage was only the opening act; an assassin vine came in through a window mid-brawl, Avon vanished in the chaos, and by the time it was over, Kade was dead and something closer to a black pudding than a person had torn its way out of what used to be Avon entirely.

The Agents buried their dead and made what peace they could with the survivors before a werewolf ambush at a cabin outside town, and a burial-mound execution carried out by Dranathess soldiers on a witness who’d seen too much, made it clear the trouble hadn’t left with the storm.

STATUS: Filed under Locations. Still standing, still serving travellers. The Agents are, by all accounts, welcome back.