The capital city, Cara Foraoise is nestled among the trees, seeming more a part of the forest than separate. Bowyers, tanners and lumbermen ply their trade within. Racks by many homes dry various herbs and flora. The faintly acrid scent of chemicals wafts from a few homes accompanied by the clinking of glassware. The inn and taverns as always are bustling as the farmers and ranchers look for a midday meal.