Open grasslands in the northwestern region, named for the tall grass that lets hunters—and warriors—stalk prey unseen. This has been Scalawag battleground for generations, a traditional place for armies to meet and settle disputes.
Ancient goblin burial mounds dot the fields, marking where previous conflicts ended. The current war has added fresh graves. Loyalist and rebel forces clash here regularly, neither able to hold the ground for long. The grass, they say, has turned red at the roots.