Britenana Hollow

The Hollow is drab and stony. As if it were natural, everything looks dismal, gray, and dark here. Nighttime holds no sounds at all, except for the cries of wounded animals, and the moon’s dust settling onto the ground. There isn’t a shortage of anything here, although food is not as plentiful as one might hope it would be. In the heart of the territory, a cement circle rests deep in the ground. Once, battles were held here. A few stone pillars remain standing, vines curled all down the length of them, but the rest have fallen and slowly eroded. The only emotion you’d get from here is loneliness and sorrow.