The Heartlands

… At long last I had returned home. The green, how I missed the green! Rolling seas of grass, and islands of trees there is no doubt as to why this beautiful sight was named the Heartland. Bartering passage on a caravan bound to Brawold from Farworth Ferry by way of the North Road the last stretch of my homecoming is to be a pleasant journey. A few weeks were spent on the roads through plains and forests. We passed through villages that finest mead, beef and produce. We shared song and tale with some of the finest folk Alorius ever smiled down on.

-From the journal of a young Heartlands traveler.

The Heartlands
"Houses of the Heartlands"