South of Timberfall Hollow, and due west of Algorand’s Crossing, where the Duskmere’s dark waters stretch beneath a veil of mist, lies Driftmoor, a small and insular fishing community. Life in Driftmoor is simple but shadowed by an unease that lingers in the mist. The lake’s unnatural silence has shaped the town’s customs, and though its people depend on the water for their livelihood, they treat it with wary reverence.
Even on the brightest days, the Duskmere’s presence looms over Driftmoor. Fishermen never cast their nets at night, and the village elders warn travelers to avoid the shoreline when the mist thickens. Some believe that the lake watches, and those who look too deeply into its waters may not be the same when they look away.