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A stretch of road through the centre of town, on which farmers and tradesman alike hawk products and buyers debate prices through the early hours of the morning

A quaint little inn, used by travellers and merchants passing through. Home of The Nine Wands pub, where every night songs are sung, hunting trophies paraded, and boasts made.

The homes of villagers within the town itself

The most sturdy building in the village, made of stone and hard wood with a bell in the steeple. It is the place of records and decision-making. There is a small but well-built jail cell behind the main hall that has seldom had to be used.

The town smithy, run by Gareth Cleaver and his assistant, Benjamin Benson, who resides in the loft. The smithy is perpetually hot and dark, cast in a red glow from the hearth. It is beside Hallow Hill, so that the sounds of clanging metal against metal are reserved primarily for the ears of the dead.

Set apart from town is a little two-story cottage entirely covered in vines and flowers. There are two bed rooms up stairs, one downstairs, and a open floor area that is used for the sitting room, with the kitchen and dining room in the back. Inhabited by Dominic Strangeway, his wife Lilith, and their children Aubry, Delilah and Meriwhether. Guarded by the outcast Leander.

The glorious, wild and uncultivated hills and plains of the village's surroundings. Flora and fauna reign supreme. The River Branwen snakes out of the woods and through the valley, ripe with succulent fish.

The trees here are older and taller, thick and hung with moss. Hardly any sunlight reaches the ground, casting the forest into a world of shadow.

Deep in the depths of the woods sprawls a ruined testament to decay, the scattered stone ruins of a human establishment that clearly died out centuries ago. It's origins aren't known, but the Guardians believe it was the home of their ancestors. The Gewin believe it was the home of theirs.

Deep in the woods, only about a mile from the ruins is a huge, dilapidated castle. Several parts have been renovated throughout the ages, so most of the interior and much of the exterior is in the Gothic style. It is currently inhabited by and under the care of the mysterious and wealthy Mr. Rawdon Bray.