A twisted woodland in the east where the trees grow in downward-curving shapes, their branches drooping like disapproving brows. Local legend claims the forest watched something terrible happen and has worn the expression ever since.
The Frowning Forest is not actively hostile like Spiritwood or Mournful Wood—it's simply oppressive. The trees block light. Sound carries strangely. Travelers report the constant sensation of being observed and judged. Most pass through as quickly as possible, though "quickly" is relative when every path seems to curve back on itself.
Refugees have learned to use the Frowning Forest as a hiding place. The undead can navigate it, but they're slow and easily confused by the twisting paths. A living person who knows the routes can stay ahead of pursuit for days.