The Mosswound

The shallow, looted apron of the Leaning Columns where relic-runners work the surface for what the College's diggers missed — the region's low-tier entry ruin, frost-shrike country.

The toppled drums and the one upright pillar define the margin of what has been thoroughly picked over and what hasn't. Hessa One-Ear sends newcomers here to learn the warmth — the faint heat the Imperium's bronze keeps even in pieces — before they try the deep column-fields. A fallen working is lodged under one column, too heavy for two people and too bright to leave.