Ðesani Meadow

The dense timberland thins, tall wooden columns have begun to recede the further along you walk until they are completely gone. The shade is now gone from here but instead of that lies the rolling foothills and the wistful moor. To those who have never set eyes on this divine scene they might assume they’ve walked into the painting of an artist. Though the grass does not exceed the length of ones chest, there is still plenty of cover for the intuitive hunters to use for ambush. Rare as it might be, large game does like to cross through this district. More commonly seen are the smaller game fowl and hare.