A marked location on the remote northeast peninsula, deep in jungle that grows differently than the rest of the island. The pods here glow amber instead of purple-green. The trees twist into older, stranger shapes. The Velwey don't go to Solis. They don't forbid it, exactly. They just don't discuss it.
What's There: Ruins. Structures that predate the Velwey, built by something that understood true names before the dwarves arrived. The Velwey founding stories say they "discovered" the Pool and "were called" to Movasi. Solis suggests a different history—that something was here first.
The Seekers: Occasionally a pilgrim, unsatisfied with what the Pool revealed (or having received no answer at all), makes the trek to Solis. Most don't return. The few who do seem changed—not damaged, necessarily. Just different. They don't talk about what they found.
The Rumor: Something lives at Solis. Something with a true name that cannot be spoken by mortal mouths—a name that predates language itself. Whether this is metaphor or literal, no one outside the peninsula knows.
The Velwey do not discuss Solis with pilgrims. Questions about it are politely deflected. Insistence is met with silence.
Population: Unknown.