The Glasswrack Scarp

The Silkstrand's one inland scarp, a wall of heat-fused sand-glass rising out of the salt flats behind Farroad Waystead. Caravans have always gone around it. A splinter of the Reshi Marauders has gone to ground inside it instead.

The scarp is what sun does to sand given a few thousand years and no mercy: a broken cliff of fused, glittering glass-rock, hot enough at midday to blister an unwary hand, riddled with wind-cut caves the salt-flat trade has always routed around. The Wheelmoot's road maps mark it with two words, "go around", and for a hundred years that was advice enough. It stopped being enough the season a road-debt went unpaid and a Farroad cousin-clan rode into the glass caves rather than answer for it. They have not come out.