A blackened clearing where a large settlement was destroyed by fire under circumstances no one agrees on. Some say raiders, others say accident, a few say the ground itself ignited. The soil remains barren decades later, and the charred post-holes suggest the camp was larger than any current Frontier village. 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.