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Faltingham
Autumn 960 MC
The estate at Faltingham was large and sprawling. It sat at the northernmost border of Weldwyn, close to the very western end of the Greatwood and just south of the Hills of Despair. As such, it was in no danger of attack, for it was said that no army could penetrate the heavy brush of the Greatwood, and none would dare to attempt to pass through the hills, for there were spirits of the dead that lived there, ready to consume the souls of those who dare trespass.
The nearby city was a massive structure, with traditional walls and towers, yet Gerald observed that they were falling into disrepair. Likely the town had never seen a battle larger than a drunken brawl and the citizens sat behind their defenses, feeling secure.
They passed through the city wi
