» Ehfton

A small sanctuary has been cut out from the valley and the mountains as a provider to the rejected, rebels and the unworthy. Once a small village to some no-name humans, Ehfton now serves has a home and provider to the horses exiled from The Damascus and The Forsyth. The rich soil here was perfect for crops, though they have all died away and now give way to grass and weeds. There are some trees that provide shelter and a small pond - mostly clear - in the heart of Ehfton. The only burden here is the year round heat, often drying up any water sources starting in early Summer.