Caramendra is a quiet village of cottages and vegetable gardens near a wide bend of the Myrden River. Traders pass through on flatboats, and locals fish the slower bends or tend groves along the banks. Few maps bother naming the place, but its roots run deep.
Though they rarely speak of it, villagers are said to descend from those who once kept Caer Myndraelin above. Some still dream of stars or know songs in a language older than the fields. Most days, it’s a place of baskets, smoked fish, and slow afternoons.