Bordering the north-eastern Deep Forest exists an endless meadow. Vivid green in the spring and gold in the autumn, the Lush Fields were relatively untouched by the cataclysm, with only the southernmost reaches flooded. The delicious, crisp grasses, said to taste of spring itself, still offer an abundant food source for the passing horse. Myth has it that it the meadows were once home to an outlaw band. Today, only whispers and tales remain, warning travellers of dangerous spirits, those of the fallen outlaws who roamed this land.
The Foaling Tree