Bellmouth is a broad highland frontier where cold pine slopes descend toward trade roads, mining valleys, and the buried remains of an older capital. New settlements cling to switchbacks, springs, and defensible shelves beneath mountains streaked with magical mineral seams. Practical magic shapes nearly every trade, from weather wards to body-strengthening charms. The region feels prosperous enough to invite ambition, but every mine, storm, and ringing cave hints that the buried city is not truly dead.