In the north, where the Jungles of Araboatora come to an abrupt end, the land rises sharply into a wall of mountains. The steep hills become towering peaks that pierce the clouds, and beyond them lies nothing but endless desert of dry sand stretching for miles in every direction. It is on this border, at the very edge of rainfall, that the town of Uetelum stands, perched upon the slopes like a fortress carved into the mountain’s skin. With terraces built upon terraces, this place has...
