This is Berk, gets to twelve days north of despair and a few degrees south of the "freezing cold". It is rooted in the meridian of sadness. My village. A one word: solid. It exists for seven generations, but all the houses are brand-new. We have fishing, hunting, and a lovely sunset. The only problem is pests. Do you know ... most places wont have rats, mosquitoes, but we have .... DRAGONS.