As far as the eye can see, there are twisted strangler figs, tangled ancient trees, bottomless quagmires, and puddles covered with thick duckweed, reflecting an eerie light. Roads? Here, they're almost a luxurious concept. The so-called "road" is merely a narrow plank path paved with wooden stakes, gravel, and resilient vines on relatively solid mud, winding and twisting like a giant beast's intestines deeply embedded in dense vegetation.
Here is the absolute domain of Count Litaner, a unique kingdom made up of treacherous swamp, rivaling the size of a count's territory. His ruling core, [Mud Crown Castle], though hidden deep in the swamp and unseen, influences like omnipresent miasma, blanketing every inch of the mire. The arrival of the Hesse Territory caravan is undoubtedly like a boulder thrown into this seemingly calm, yet treacherous mire.
