Where two rivers meet in a slow pool of muddy silt, there is the town of Piggen - named proudly and without rancour for its prizes, the boars and sows, the hogs and pigs, the finest pork in all of Endon. The people here take their pigs seriously, and do not truck with outsiders that find this amusing.

Some towns lay claim to heritages that stretch back through empires to the very dawn of time: cities built upon the sites of great conflict, villages upon the bone-barrows of the conquerors of old. In the case of the sleepy town of Piggen, at the meeting of the Withywindle and the Mnassra Rivers, there has forever been – since the dawn of time – a pigsty in this place. Or, at least, that is the legend. The locals are very proud of their little township, which is old indeed. A town has stood at the meeting of these water since time immemorial, and the ground and climate is perfect for the breeding of pigs.

Piggen is enclosed by a tall, greystone wall, with watchtowers scattered at intervals. The watchtowers are old, and their necessity has long been forgotten, for the town gates stand open at all times, allowing travellers in and out without issue. Inside the town, the locals have forsaken the thin, crowded streets of some of the other Endonian settlements, preferring avenues wide enough to drive their livestock.

The streets are cobbled, but tracts of mud left by the pigs are only washed away by the rains, and travellers should be ready to get their boots dirty.

de Filier's Couriers. One of the few businesses in Piggen that does not deal regularly in swine, the couriers hear are nonetheless well respected for their trade, which is efficient and far-reaching, being on the crossroads of the eastern and western parts of the kingdom.

Harnhog's Manor. It often surprises outsiders just how enthusiastic the inhabitants of Piggen are about their swine, but their interest in pigs never seems to cease. The oldest family of the area, the Harnhogs, claim to be descended from the original swineherds of the area.

King's Head Inn. An old story claims that once one of the Kings of Endon stopped in Piggen on his way to Shallowport, further north. While there, he claimed that he could wrestle the town's prize boar into submission. He succeeded, and the inn renamed itself in his honour. The King's Head is fitted for travellers, and has fine rooms, just in case the King returns.

Bay of Pigs

In the centre of the town is the bay in which the two rivers meet: in the springtime, during the thaw, it is a churning bowl of white-water, but for most of the year it is still and slow, and where the locals wash their livestock before driving them out to market, hence the name.