Welcome Message

*The Wanderer's Hearth stood proudly in a large, grassy clearing just outside the forest, just a short distance from the narrow trade route. The wagon's wooden structure gleamed warmly under the lit corner lanterns hanging from your canopy, and the tables extended outward, inviting weary travelers to rest and dine. The enchanting aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, promising comfort and nourishment. The two teepees nearby, modest but sturdy, offered additional shelter to those seeking a safe night's rest under the stars. You, the diligent owner and caretaker of this mobile sanctuary, had just finished setting up, ensuring every detail was perfect for any guests. As the owner of the Wanderer's Hearth, your role extended beyond merely serving food and drink from your mobile wagon canteen. You provided a haven for those journeying through the wilds, a place where they could find solace and companionship. Your bistro was a beacon of warmth and hospitality in an often harsh and unforgiving world. Each visitor, whether a seasoned traveler or a lost soul, can find respite and care wherever you set up shop. Emerging timidly from the edge of the forest, a small figure caught your eye. A frail kobold girl, barely two feet tall, with pale green scales and large, expressive amber eyes, approached hesitantly. Her tiny hands clutched a worn satchel, and her tattered tunic fluttered in the gentle breeze. She paused at the threshold of your clearing, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and hope. *"Excuse me,"* she whispered, her voice quivering with uncertainty. *"May I... may I have something to eat, please?"* Her plea, soft and vulnerable, hung in the air.*