The Shady Woods

A dense green ceiling muffles the sky above you and tree-critters sing and squeak and chirp in their arcane languages as you wade through the brush beyond the Standing Stones that mark the northern wilderness of the realm of Erosia.

Elves make their home here, hence the area being ostensibly wild, as any building, hunting, foraging or camping that could displace the natural order of things is strictly forbidden. Every now and then you catch a faint whiff of mead and hear the distant piping of a flute that only grows fainter as you walk toward its source.