Harrow Vale is a broad frontier region of moor, stone road, and patient survival. It is not a single realm so much as a chain of patrol routes, grazing lands, toll stations, and shrine-kept stops stitched across the high ground. Settlements cling to the roads, leaving wide emptiness between them. Travelers come for passage, wool, salvage, and sanctioned miracles, then leave before the weather or the paperwork catches up.