A meadow in the east-central interior, another swampy clearing where the jungle's intensity lessens. Trusiin serves as the integration site—where pilgrims go after the Pool to process what they learned.
Learning your true name is one thing. Deciding what to do with it is another.
The Weight of Knowledge: A true name is power—and vulnerability. Anyone who knows your true name can command you through Deoric magic, puppet you like a marionette. But if no one knows your true name when you die, your spirit will eventually fade from Celestia into permanent oblivion.
The priests at Trusiin help pilgrims navigate this paradox. Who do you tell? How do you tell them? What bindings or oaths might protect you? Some pilgrims resolve these questions in days. Some take weeks. Some never leave—they learned their name and realized they have no one in the world they trust enough to share it with.
The Memorial Stones: At the meadow's center stand dozens of carved stones, each bearing a true name spoken by a pilgrim who had no one else to tell. Whether the stones remember, whether the jungle remembers, whether speaking your name to the swamp counts as being known—the Velwey don't say.
Population: ~600 permanent, plus 100-300 transient pilgrims.