The uneven dirt paths of the east come to an abrupt halt here, at a

weed-filled dead end. Broken wagon wheels, dead branches, and other

random debris have been catastrophically strewn about. The Silvermere

wall stands prominently to the west. There appears to be a hole in the

ground near the wall, beneath a pile of loosely stacked, rotted

boards. Evenly-spaced rows of trees lie fenced to the south, many

hung with fruits.