A muddy, low-lying village in a natural depression that floods each spring. Brack Hollow's people are trappers and root-diggers who trade with Pine Run to the east. The hollow is difficult to find on purpose — its residents prefer obscurity to the tax collectors from High Ridge Market. On the Varnhalt Frontier, this site sits inside the patchwork of crossroad towns, mesa camps, and trade-protected routes that radiate from Old Varnhalt. The Loosening is constant here — mile markers contradict, paths loop — so settlements rely on local pacing and on the small island of stability around the Black Stone Tower in the eastern hills. The Frontier has no central authority; this place answers to whoever its trade depends on this season.

No stories reference this entity yet. This part of the world awaits its chronicler.