The Two Rivers is the most remote province of Andor, tucked away in the far west next to the Mountains of Mist. Though to be honest, calling it a province is giving it too much credit. Most Two Rivers folk don't care much for the world beyond the river banks. It doesn't bother them, and they don't bother it. Tam al'Thor leaving to seek his fortune and coming back with a new wife and a baby was the talk of the town, at least until- well. Some things still aren't spoken of out in the open, or in front of the children. But the blacksmith's apprentice is a fine girl and seems to be growing up free of... unsavory influence.
It's been a long, hard winter for Emond's Field. The approach of spring is greeted with relief, even as frost lingers, and preparations begin for Bel Tine. The village council has ordered fireworks from the peddler, and sent for a gleeman. The weather slowed them but they arrived just in time- And they're not the only visitors. A noble lady and her bodyguard were also rumored to have arrived late last night, rousting the innkeeper (and mayor) out of his bed in order to secure lodgings. The lady said she was some kind of historian, according to the gossip that morning. No one has any idea what sort of history she could possibly be looking for here, of all places.