Built at the end of a road (and the beginning of two mountain trails), Rastor is a rough, little, mud-soaked place low on charm and laden with coarse and dangerous inhabitants. Although primarily the home of humans and dwarves, newcomers quickly notice that orcs live among the populace, along with a fair number of half-orcs. The orcs are from a tribe that lives in an encampment only a few miles deeper into the mountains. The people of Rastor have long since made their peace with the orc tribe, and now a fair amount of interaction exists between the two. Since merchants sometimes come to Rastor with supplies for sale, the orcs consider the people of the hamlet important allies. The merchants never notice that folks in Rastor buy more than they can ever really use. What they don’t know is that the humans and others in the village sell goods to the orcs. This situation makes Rastor rougher than most traditional communities, and it makes the nearby orcs more sophisticated than a typical tribe.