Crosspine Hollow
Crosspine Hollow sits at a four-way crossing where forest trails merge into trade roads, its wooden houses stitched to the trunks of enormous pines and its market ringed by wagons and travellers; a town of inns, workshops, a single stone temple, and makeshift guard posts that hum with gossip, deals, and the faint echo of mountain drums in the distance.
Crosspine Hollow
Where four roads and ancient pines decide the fate of strangers.
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