Halfhazard Village

Surrounded by rolling hills of brown grass Halfhazard Village sits on the north side of the Land. No trees grow along or nearby the village; no trees to speak of, or to, or with. The narrow, cobblestone streets, overrun with weeds, hold not a murmur or a footfall. No activity here! No matter how hard you may squint, you’ll find not find sign of a horse or a wagon. There are no dogs running about, around, or through these streets. Nor are there any children playing hide-and-seek next to the moldy barrels or the stacks of dilapidated crates. Shabby houses stand crookedly next to tiredly slouching buildings, and all are empty.  Not a whisper can be heard from within. The air itself is quite sour, having the stale smell that one unhappily discovers in a cupboard that has been shut up for much too long a time…

Shabby houses stand crookedly next to tiredly slouching buildings, and all are empty...

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