Yes.

She sighed with relief when she reached the other side. Nothing stirred in the scrubland except for the wind.

A short journey beyond the bridge was a crossroads. The sign posts were clear to read. To the south, the sign read “Baron Arkand’s Domain”. The petty nobles of the southern lands were as independent as kings – and as ruthless and greedy as any brigand.

To the west, the sign read “Grey-Barrow Mines”. Below, someone had pinned a notice: “Trouble! – Adventurers needed. REWARD.” As the sign’s writers had obviously known, the clear offer of a reward was tempting. Shairi was arrogantly certain she could sort out whatever trouble was afflicting the mining town.

To the east the faded sign just read “Old Necromancer’s Tower”. Of course, the mention of magic made Shairi curious – perhaps even curious enough to ignore the crude skull and crossbones that had been scrawled next to it.