Sgt. Jorgen, Nobby, and Arin “The Twig” pick up a new adventurer to head out into the beginning winter to return to civilisation: The Kobold Days are due at the old Keep of the Borderlands!

The Keep once loomed on the margins of civilization. It is now a center of culture and commerce; the borders grow ever more distant, but the Keep abides.

A great ruler once reigned over this place; No one remembers their name. Their lust for adventure outweighed any desire to govern, the messy duties of which were foisted upon a retainer, who became the Castellan. A generation passed and then another. The heirs of the Castellan, not content to rule as stewards, usurped the vacant throne of the cities ruler. The people couldn’t care less which title they must utter as they bowed and curtsied.

The Keep was organized for security and defense. But self-defense turned into perpetual expansion. Adventurers came to plunder the caves and murder the cave dwellers. Soon there was nothing left to plunder. At least, not by adventurers.

The forces of profit press upon the Keep, demanding more and more and more.

Each year, the Keep celebrates the Kobold Days to commemorate the brave heroes who gave their lives to rid the nearby caves of vile monsters. Their sacrifice cleared the way for the Keep to expand to its current size and scale, the envy of the north.

For one week each year the Bailiff is just a private citizen, and few laws, if any, are enforced. During the Kobold Days, the city watch cedes the powers and responsibilities of law enforcement entirely to the Disciples of Chaos.