“How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”—Pontill diary excerpt
The sleepy thorp of Pontill is located in the Falhill Valley nearly a month’s ride from Kellabine. Isolated as it is, the town is, by necessity, fairly self-sufficient. Inhabitants largely rely upon the occasional traveler or wandering merchant as their primary source of news. Major goods and supplies are delivered via caravan every few months.
When a dream spectre and several animate dreams began plaguing their town, the terrified, sleepless citizens of Pontill refused to leave their homes after dark. The source of the trouble was an amulet, found among ruins in the woods and brought back by a small child. Fortunately, a group of adventurers passing through town was able to destroy the necklace and prevent further calamity.
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