Nestled among rolling green hills and patchwork fields, Brandyburrow is a cheerful halfling village renowned across the land for its brandy, ale, and pickles. Low, round-doored homes with thatched roofs and ivy-covered chimneys dot the hillsides, their gardens bursting with herbs, gourds, and rows of cucumbers destined for the village’s famous barrels. The air always carries a comforting blend of malt, oak, and brine, thanks to the ever-busy brewhouses and pickle sheds scattered throughout the community.
The heart of the village is the Burrow Market, a lively square where merchants display jugs of golden brandy, casks of frothy ale, and jars of tangy pickles stacked in towers. Travelers passing through are welcomed with warm smiles, a mug in hand before they’ve even unpacked, and stories shared by the fireside as if they were lifelong friends.
Though small and unassuming, Brandyburrow’s hospitality and craftsmanship make it a beloved stop for merchants and wanderers alike. Many a hero’s tale has begun—or ended—over a jug of Brandyburrow brandy.