Dolina

Southward from the village lies a picturesque dale, the grass emerald green and shimmering in waves from the wind, the light from the sun seemingly twice as bright as anywhere else. The village keeps their herd of goats here to graze during the warmer months, attended to by a few goblins foolhardy enough to wrestle with these stubborn creatures. The beaten dirt road, flanked by simple stone fences, winds even further south, adding to the simple quaint beauty found in this area. With the exception of the other side of the river up north, this area is the place where the most human travellers are met. More than once has a painter set up camp here, and though some small trades have happened, and ocassionally with them taking up lodging in the village for a short while, most wanderers, be them human or other, keep their wary attitude and pass on by sooner rather than later.

All in all, a lovely slice of rugged nature.