The only decent road connects it to the East Way to the north. The air carries the unmistakable tang of sheep dung, and the town is of little interest to travelers unless they’re looking to buy wool, bargain for lamb, or trade livestock in bulk.

Despite its smell and dust, Bospir thrives on its trade, bolstered by a steady flow of drovers, shearers, and ranchers. Tempers flare and tankards fly in equal measure, especially during shearing season.

Places of Interest

Inn

The Drover’s Inn

A squat stone-and-thatch structure with thick walls and low beams, The Drover’s Inn is the only formal lodging in town. It’s run by Maeryn Tolbuck (LN female human, retired teamster), a sharp-tongued woman known for her no-nonsense attitude and surprisingly good spiced lamb stew.

• Rooms: 8 private rooms, modest and clean.
• Rates: 5 sp/night (includes a wool blanket and watered ale).
• Staff: Two local girls (Serli and Jend), and Maeryn’s massive sheepdog, Ruck, who guards the kitchen like a dragon.

Tavern

The Nightbleat Tavern

Named with grim local humor, The Nightbleat is a low-roofed timber tavern that sees more broken noses than polite conversation. Owned by Dorn Grask (CN male dwarf, former mercenary), it serves strong cider, boiled mutton, and plenty of bruises.

• Specialty: “Hornburn”—a house-distilled spirit that strips varnish and memories.
• Regulars: Ranchhands, shearers, and Purple Dragon scouts looking to disappear for a few hours.
• Security: Dorn’s sons (Bran and Fregg), who wield clubs and iron pots with equal skill.