The Suftos Hills run north to south down the middle of the Crimson Coast, a band of rocky scrub broken by sudden ravines and hidden draws that separates Klevnaf from Istora. They belong to neither kingdom, and both claim them. Before the war the Winter Elf nobility hunted here; in the first winters of the split the villages were emptied or burned, and the hills became a no-man's-land where rangers from each side stalk one another through the rocks. The early dead of that fighting were never carried home, and the ground holds them the way the creeks hold their drowned, leaving the residue of the violently killed behind in the high country. Patrols do not camp long in the draws after dark, and enough of them have come back short that the habit goes unquestioned.