The Sylvan Marches serve as a buffer between the civilized southern plains and the chaotic Fey-Touched Wildlands. Ancient, sentient forests dominate the landscape, littered with the ivy-choked remains of fallen elven empires. Magic flows through the rivers and trees, making reality malleable. While wood and honey sustain the economy, the true currency is the complex network of debts and pacts owed to the unpredictable Fey courts ruling from the deep wood.