i play my mandolin "~lets go lets go my friends we must slay the slayer~....and grab a few wenchesssssss~~~~~"
You should sing this song. Anyway, you all head to Winterbrook. It's a very small town, as you can see. There are battlements and walls surrounding it, however, and before you enter you are stopped by two guards with longswords and chainmail. "State your name and business," orders one.
"Here to save our town, are you?" laughs one city guard, before he is elbowed by the other. "You wouldn't happen to be the folks sent here to help us from Baldur's Gate, would you?" asks the other.
There's no need, TRF. "Oh, okay," says the guard. "Go on in, then." The rusty gate is raised with a lot of creaking and squealing, and the guards step aside to admit you into the town. You see several farms, a market, two inns, a barracks, three churches, a tavern, a smithy's shop, a carpenter's shop, and lots of residential houses.
