Sylvana

This grim camp is a hub of unlawful trade, bustling with rough-looking mercenaries and malnourished captives. Tents made of darkened canvas are arranged in a haphazard circle, while the air is thick with tension, the sounds of clinking chains and whispered deals echoing throughout. A large bonfire in the center casts flickering shadows over the weary faces of the enslaved, creating an atmosphere of despair intertwined with the ever-present threat of violence.

Aerial view of an encampment surrounded by dense, twisted trees, with tethered prisoners visible near the flickering fire, under a crescent moon shrouded in clouds