Hollow-Pines Camp

A sheltered hollow off the NW Imperium fork where Marrow Lances escorts and College diggers winter before the climb toward Caer Vallen's foothills.

Hide tents banked against a granite shoulder, a perpetual fire no one entirely owns, and the quiet rule that you don't ask who else is camped here. Contract crews, relic-runners, and the odd College scholar share the warmth before the foothills swallow them. The Broken Lances rot has reached the fire: contracts get sold over it now, and the line between escort and the people who need escorting has blurred.