After Draj, a trade road travels east, following the land's
contours until it passes through Bitter Well. For many,
this distant outpost marks the world's end, since few dare
travel the ancient road farther for fear of the Narrows.
Aptly named, the Narrows is a stony strand between
the natural Maze of Draj to the north and the yawning
Sea of Silt to the south. Each year, the silt encroaches a little more, threatening to swallow the ancient highway
one day. Giants plague the area, wading through the dust
sinks to snatch caravans from the roads. The wreckage
of splintered wagons litters the Narrows, testifying to the
giants' incredible appetites.