This land was the epicentre of many ancient human witch burnings, a gnarled, black oak tree stands alone in this foggy land, its mighty branches no longer covered with green leaves. The terrain of Padavia, although moist has little to eat, and any soul here must look hard to find the nourishment they need. Those who live here grow small but strong, they know how to survive times of famine, as they are permanently in one.
