THE HAMLET OF ROULK

There is apparently no reason for Roulk to exist. Sitting along the Elverground Road in the middle of the Huiscen Plains, without a river, stream, or visible well, it is unclear how the few villagers manage to survive - particularly since they appear to have no industry and absolutely no means of income. Passersby report that the fires are always smoking listlessly, the few farm animals loiter about untended, and the inhabitants seem to spend most of their days on the front stoop of their bedraggled huts, watching the sporadic traffic go by. "As lax as the folk of Roulk", goes the old saw... so perhaps what we see are merely the shadows of souls that once lived? Pass Roulk by and see for yourself...