Hjorn

Hjorn is a small town on the edge of the Aurochs Hills. Farmland is scarce, and even planting hardy, root vegetables is hard work. Most of the citizens are carnivorous, eating nothing but aurochs flesh seasoned with a few herbs. Excess meat is salted and then sold to merchants, as is aurochs cheese. Much of the industry in town is geared toward this trade. Horners (crafters who use horn) produce exquisite drinking vessels, inlaid with gold and silver.

Up until 50 years ago, Hjorn exported a great deal of its meat to Glaston. Now trade flows through the Lakelands, business has slumped, though the rich cheese is proving popular in Aspiria. Some hunters are even talking of trying to domesticate aurochs, or at least breed them with regular, less aggressive cattle.

Though an elected official, the mayor has aspirations of nobility and likes to be addressed as “jarl.” Most folks go along to humor him. In recent years they have begun telling visitors that Aran is distantly related to the kings of Sutmark (figuring no one from Sutmark would ever come here), thus adding to his delusion when foreigners call him “lord.”

Hjorn

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