The Fieldstone Boar

Built just three seasons ago by a pair of local stonemasons and a retired roadwarden, the roadhouse sits where two dirt lanes meet the main drover road. Locals say the masons quarried the fieldstone from the nearby ridge and the timbers came from an old mill. It replaced a burned-out lean-to and quickly became a hub for drovers, field hands, and the occasional merchant caravan. The building is new enough that the mortar still smells faintly of lime, but weather and a thousand boots have already given it character.