When last we left the intrepid crew of the Olic Haversham, they had made there way to the isle of Freedom, as misnamed as any place in the skies. Under the watchful eye of the elves, the glowborn toil in veiled slavery. The crew had landed their vessel for trade and refit following a chance encounter with orcish raiders, common in these skies looking to unload their troublesome goblins and pick up fresh rowers where they can be found.
Rather than risk dealing with the elves, given their previous encounters and the questionable safety of Master Gunner Blendin, the crew took a risky flight inland, landing among a friendly tribe of human farmers in the village of old Jorvan. As the original inhabitants of Freedom, they live a meager life under the rule of their Reeve, growing food in the verdant elven soil, imported at great cost over the past few decades, while tending the native trees and plants of this island, some of which having unique properties the crew is only beginning to discover.
