The Masters of Hack
The first, or last, way station situated on the Borderland Road. A bit of civilization in a forested mountain of wild. The friendly proprietor Ealon Pifor runs the station with a gentle word and kind eyes, though his burly build and lack of tolerance for those whose trouble-making threatens his family and business have a reputation of their own.
The meals and accommodations are known as an oasis of sorts, though once compared, are only marginally better than the other two stations, but the fresh vegetables in the stews, salads; the fresh roasted game and fried potato cakes do give it that edge.