Publisher's blurb:
In the dead of night, something sinister has come to pay a visit to the small village of Thanestowne. A number of local shops and vendors have been robbed and ransacked, leaving nothing behind but measly crumbs, damaged doors, and hefty clawed footprints leading northward toward the Neverwinter Woods. The fishmonger, butcher, baker, and cheesemaker have seemingly been invaded and robbed-each waking up to find nothing more than empty shelves and despoiled shops. Even the local apothecary seems to have been targeted by the midnight thief. The culprit responsible for the crime is largely unknown, but a number of townsfolk report having heard strange bumps in the night; and rumors of menacing winged beasts and vile clawed creatures have been the talk of the town since sunrise. Thanestowne is a quiet, quaint, little village nestled snuggly in the mountainous lands just East of Neverwinter. With less than 200 residents calling it home, the village is seldom worth the effort to even ink onto maps. It is but a simple place filled with simple folk, known for nothing worth mentioning but lasting peace and modest prosperity. It is certainly not a destination known to harbor adventure… but it would seem the small town is a great place to start one.