Long away from the Capital city lies Javilon Village, it is mostly forgotten by most, and just gets by on its on, it is self sufficient, and only gets goods from the outside in form of tools, but else is just a regular farming village that only a few travellers go trough if they happen to pass by on their way to the capital or somewhere else, but most visits are not planned ahead as the village is so small.
There is only two really interesting places, the tavern and the merchant that handle most of the food that is sold to the capital or travellers.

Alexander Oland was passing trough the town when he decided to stop in for a rest, he had walked for long miles without a stop, he did not know where he was headed, and just followed his gut, hoping that he would someday find what he was searching for.
He had made a lot of attention in the village, a seven feet high man was hard to miss when the average height 6 feet at best.
Oland had found his way to the tavern and ordered something to eat, and he was now trying to decide if he should get a room for the night or just sleep out in the open as he usually did.