The Mirrenmere

A tropical free-port archipelago around Siltmouth and the Driftmarket, where the Gaunt Ledger's coin and the Free Finders' skimmed relics move faster than any single law.

Warm water, stilt-towns, and a market that never quite closes: the Mirrenmere is the one zone where the danger curve bends soft, because Siltmouth and the Driftmarket run on commerce and favor-trading rather than open war. The Gaunt Ledger's accountants-with-knives keep the peace that keeps the coin moving; the Free Finders skim what they can off the top. The real teeth are out past the stilt-walks: the Drowned Fangs, Hessk raiders of the sunken valley, drag the mere's cold onto the shore and the unwary down into it, which is exactly why the Ledger's peace is worth paying for.