You are at the eastern edge of the Wildwood. The entrance to a narrow canyon opens in a high, rock wall just a bit further to the
east of where you are standing, and above the wall can be seen small patches of blue sky with strands
of puffy, white clouds idly drifting by. The great forest stretches out for many miles before reaching the lower foothills of the
Majestic Mountains on the western horizon. Off in the distance, a scintillating ribbon of
light can be seen snaking its way through the wood. And further to the northwest, standing alone against the sky, a dark horn of rock
rises from the earth.