10. Remote
Ringhaven was always remote, nestled in the high cliffs of the Myrrhspine Valley, where vines grew silver and dragons nested in flowering caves. It was a place of retreat, of solitude perfect for scholars, mystics, and those who wanted to escape. But remoteness turned to isolation. No help came when the town fell silent. Roads crumbled. Maps erased the valley. Today, it lies untouched not out of reverence, but fear.
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