A community of less than two thousand situated roughly in the center of Landau Plain. The village is known for its beauty in fall, and when its deep green world begins to take on the colors of the sunset, the strangest activity is displayed. "Well they sure do like their fall there," their nearest neighbors in the village sixty miles away will say. An anonymous poet once wrote of this village, "The fall people, the fall village. And surely there must be a fall traveler as well. However, that is not my lot." There's a swamp on the northern edge of the , where it's said a Noble once had a mansion. The road that runs into the village splits, with the left side going into Shirley's Door and the right running into the swamp. The road's not marked like it should be.