Nothing is going on in Bridgewood. Nothing at all. Just ask Mary, the owner of tavern; The Harpy’s Fist. Just drinking, talking, ocasional fights she has to break up. Bridgewood is not a destination, it’s a place you’re stuck trying to get out. It’s the town you went to high school in and you’re stuck hanging out with the townies refusing to believe the rtuth; you’re a townie yourself. Nothing ever happens here. There is no ‘log’ to report. It’ll always be that way…