"The Whisperglen once sang with the voices of thrush and stream, a place where the air itself seemed gentle. Now? Now it’s all cackles, smoke, and thieving hands. I’ll not deny those goblins needed shelter, but every night I hear their racket, I wonder if we’ve traded peace for a quarrel we’ve yet to see." — Edmund Stine

Just beyond the southern edge of Siothruna, hidden between the folds of two gently sloping hills, lies Whisperglen — a secluded hollow veiled by thickets of silverleaf trees and wildflower-draped underbrush. It is a place forgotten by most save for those who seek silence, safety, or secrecy.

A narrow, overgrown game trail leads to the glen, nearly invisible unless you know exactly where to step. The air is cooler here, the wind slowed by the natural curve of the land and muffled by the thick canopy above. Dappled light filters through the leaves, creating shifting patterns on moss-covered stones. Birds rarely sing here, and when they do, it's soft and tentative, as if afraid to disturb the stillness.

A half-collapsed stone shrine, ancient and worn smooth by time and weather, sits nestled against the hill’s base. Some say it was once dedicated to a forgotten titan of silence or safe passage. Others say it marks the burial of a long-dead peacekeeper from before the Shattering. Regardless of the truth, offerings occasionally appear at its base: a polished pebble, a single feather, a sprig of dried lavender.

Whether one comes to Whisperglen to think, to hide, or to speak words that must remain unheard, the glen listens — and tells no one.

Now, due to the goblins home being destroyed, they have been forced here. Queen Bargnot rules this glen in the looming overwatch of Siothruna.