Brae

“Nestled in the florid heart of a withered woodland expanse, Brae is an unusual Alderian village: day or night, the skies above are always a hazy, twinkling red. Though common folk thrive, Silverbloods fall ill and deteriorate while they remain.

Local folklore demands that those born in Brae must also be buried there; the red flowers that sprout from graves are said to protect the village from... Others.”