A hunting camp on the rocky ridgeline where birds of prey nest in unusual density. Talon Ridge supplies feathers, leather, and cured meat to Drellin Post below. The camp doubles as a lookout — its elevation gives clear sightlines to North Watch and the hills beyond. 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.

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