The agricultural heart of Roule stretches across the northern and central regions—endless fields of grain, orchards, and most importantly, the flower farms that drive Roulean wealth. Taberthine blossoms (pale blue, faintly luminescent at dusk) produce honey that sharpens the mind, prized by scholars and merchants across Alaria. Zindwatt flowers (deep crimson, almost black at the center) yield a honey that induces gentle euphoria, technically regulated but freely available to those with coin.
The plains are beautiful in a manicured way. Windmills turn constantly—Roule is never without wind—and the halfling estates sprawl white and comfortable amid their holdings. The laborers in the fields are a mix of halfling smallholders, contracted workers, and slaves. Slavery in Roule is "modest," they'll tell you. A small household staff. Domestic service. The Honey Lords don't discuss the field crews.
The wind shapes everything here. Buildings are low and sturdy. Trees grow bent. Halflings greet each other with "fair winds," and the worst curse you can level is to wish someone "still air."