A clearing in the northern marshes where nothing grows but pale, knee-high grass that sways even when there's no wind. The fog is thinner here, not absent but reduced, as if something else has claimed this territory and the queen's power cannot fully penetrate it.
The name comes from old Dengar legend: hags supposedly tend this "pasture" for livestock no one has ever seen. The grass is always cropped short, as if grazed, but no animal tracks mark the soft earth. Sometimes, at night, lights bob in the distance: too steady for will-o'-wisps, too purposeful for swamp gas.
The Dengar avoid Hag's Pasture. Even the queen's soldiers won't camp here. Whatever arrangement exists between Phendexelas and the pasture's owners, it is not spoken of.