Leaving the high ground of the open scrub, the land falls lazily away to the southeast and with it the gentle ebb of a once raging river. The grass is richer, fed by the water, but the landscape is almost barren of larger trees or thick brush. On the southern edge of the valley, bordered by the high valley wall, is a deep, dark burrow in the earth. The surrounding land is void of markings, disguising the hole as just that; a hole.
