A logging village on the forested eastern edge of the Frontier, where the trees grow tall enough to supply shipbuilders as far away as the Virelay Coastlands. Pine Run's timber is floated downriver to Korr Field for processing. The village is quiet, industrious, and deeply suspicious of strangers. 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.