Las Vegas

Lead Stag - Xith
Lead Vix - Sheena
Heir - None

Gentle hills collide together, creating a ring around a clearing. Whisps of dead trees scatter the area like a plague, while the stench of blood and death linger. The earth is dry, yet merciful, emerald grass only comes after the new moon of each month. The sky is always clear, the grass is long, and you could lose yourself in it if you are uncareful. At the center is the murkiest pool of water, stained with the old spill of blood.