The rougher, livelier half of the Varnhalt settlement, separated from the main town by a shallow river ford. West Varnhalt houses the livestock markets, fighting pits, and most of the Frontier's less reputable commerce. What Varnhalt proper won't tolerate, West Varnhalt openly embraces. 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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