Korr Field

A mill town on the river where Pine Run's timber is processed into lumber, planks, and charcoal. Korr Field smells of sawdust and woodsmoke year-round. Its workers are rough-handed and well-paid, and its taverns do brisk business every evening when the saws stop. 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.