Tol'Enay

You continue through the winding path of the Celdic Valley, down steep ledges, over narrow gaps, and through the treacherous mountain path. After almost an entire day of walking, you notice you are getting close to Sanglant’s home. You smell it far before you see it: malt and yeast and hops and grains. Sitting atop one of the mountain peaks is a humble looking tower, built atop a large brewery with a massive keg, maybe 10 feet in diameter, protruding from the side. There are also a few dozen other smaller buildings around that make the village. Sanglant instantly recognizes his home, Tol’Enay.