“Walls to the sea, fields to the sun.” _{~ local Patron}

Rookhaven looks like a city trying to happen. Stone walls face the harbor, granaries face the green, and the Patrons’ Circle keeps streets tidy and the market full. It may be the only settlement with a true surplus, and people come here to taste bread that is not half bark.

The catch is the road, as southward lies the Sleepless Forest. Caravans plan the crossing with care: a day to the forest's edge, two days awake through the trees, then three more to reach Bellwatch, timing arrival to avoid the ghost trees that crowd the clearcut at night. The harbor offers another avenue for trade, but the Widow's Teeth guard the strait, and Cutlass Quay’s pirates watch the far side.