Nestled among the scrublands of Songhum lies an old estate, long abandoned due to the nonstop warring within the scrublands. Its dark walls are covered with ivy and draped in a thick haze of morning fog. The grounds around the estate are wild and untamed, with thickets of trees and the occasional wildflower, adding a bit of color to the otherwise muted landscape. Inside the estate, the halls are filled with grand furniture, intricate tapestries, and finely crafted sculptures. There is a sense of grandeur to the estate, as if it were built to impress. The air is thick with a sense of nostalgia, as if the walls could tell stories of battles, of love, and of family. A reminder of a time lost to all but a few.