WASTEHAVEN

Wastehaven rose where two camps met and decided to share the same patch of ground. Rad Rux packed the place with rooms, counters, signs, workbenches, and narrow passages until it felt less like one home and more like a small town holding itself together.

A traveler can find a meal, a bed, a drink, supplies, and a place to tend a worn weapon or a tired suit of armor. The rooms are close and the lights burn warm, the sort of arrangement that makes strangers lower their voices and mind their manners.

There is plenty of rust here, but there is also order. Wastehaven is what happens when a builder looks at two lonely outposts and decides they would be stronger as one.