Wímbornn

Wímbornn sits as a quiet relic of the pre-White War era. Modest stone houses with well-tended gardens line the cracked remains of a once-great highway. The village lacks walls, blending into the surrounding Alísh grove and the reeds of Sandling Pond. A sense of lingering sadness pervades the air, as if the stones themselves are waiting for the merchant caravans of a dead empire to return.