Berk, a village consisting of two farms, a smith and about fifteen people, all of which are related to one another in some way. There is no inn or tavern. The closest thing for entertainment is watching farmers drunk on home-made mead try and tip cows.
The town on Berk isn’t a memorable place and most just hurry to the next town or avoid the village all together.
They produce wheat, barely, and beef.
It is believed Berk started as two families who left the town of Irbet, although no one really knows… not even the villagers. They all have different stories regarding how the town came to be. Some say they came from the mountains to the North, other say they were prims* that decided to settle down and build a community.
Not much is known of the town and honestly… no one really cares…
*Prims: savage, wild, nomadic peoples of the eastern wild-lands.
“Whatever you do… do not have the stew.”
Caldor Lefwid (Easterly)
“Nothin’ but cows and their brew tastes like piss.”
Baller Eccstone (Derm)
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