[[This is fiction to give a glimpse of day to day life in Britannia. Some of this may be reflected in-game at some point, for example you may see some of these characters show up in an event or two or three. Please feel free to contribute your own stories of day-to-day life in Britannia, either here or elsewhere.]] Introduction Adventurers' knowledge of Britannia, it could be fairly stated, was often wide, but not often deep. Adventurers saw a lot of their land. They saw something of the local color, they even occasionally could learn the local dialects, local patterns of dress, and could fit in if they wished to. For awhile, at least. But, that's a lot different than living on the ground with the common folk. Many of those who fretted about artifact prices, and the size of the plots for their fancy houses, and who has the better suit of armor, may have once upon a time had to worry about where the next meal was coming from, but some never did at all, and even those who once had to, had to no longer. For most Britannians, however, those worries never left. And it was those people who truly suffered without a strong central government. To the adventurers, whose whose stories we read and celebrate, those were the people at the margins. But even those at the margins have their own cares, their own responsibilities, their own stories.