Housed within the shadow of the citadel that looms beyond, lays a quaint, spacious realm of golden threads. Stalks of wheat sashay at the winds command. When growing unchecked the feathered tops brush the jaws of most wolves and impair vision for those slinking through the windy moorland. In the evening there is no shortage of magic flitting about as lightning bugs dance in and out of existence and stars, strewn across the heavens, laugh above. The habitat is the perfect sector to find the largest game that reside within Sorrelli’s vale. Large herds tend to amass close to the river but can always be caught grazing in the enchanting ambiance.