At the edge of the Westwood Forest, deep within the Dessain valley. A young elven lad found himself upside down, at the base of a large tree, with a green-winged faerie standing on his forehead inquiring about his actions and intentions. Before the information could be extracted, a wild-looking human and his traveling companion, an elvish lass interrupted the pair as they crossed on the Kheldell Path heading toward Red Larch. The four struck an accord and made their way to town, looking for adventure, coins, or slaughter… depending who you asked.
Red Larch, a major trade stop on the Long Road, seemed to have a heavy air of anxiety above it. Rumors of ghosts, goblins, bandits, plagues and treasure (among other things) found their way to the party, and they started their own investigation.
The Bandits, they found, were camped off one of the main trails. Having sat down to eat after a day of relieving merchants of their goods. They were quickly dispatched, with the aid of a young bear which whom the bandits had somehow caged.