A tiny village along the Iron Road was known as Ironford until shortly after a dragon was slain nearby. Passersby began to call the settlement Wyrm Ford- a name subsequently corrupted thanks to the thick local accent, into Womford. The village has a dock on the the Desiring River for shipping grain from its gristmill. It’s also the market sources supplies for the surrounding farms from which the grain comes. Aside from the mill, the village has a handful of granaries and large handful of cottages, several of which house tiny shops. West of the village is Ironford Bridge, a long narrow ram-shackle wooden bridge that spans the Dessarin River and leads to The Bargewright Inn, which looms atop a hill.
Womforders lock and bar their doors and shutter their windows at night, for fear of the so-called Womford Bat, a nocturnal predator that snatches folk it can catch outside after.