At the furthest western reaches of Constonia, Breezemane Manor has maintained its vigil on its hill for centuries. Here on the green plains that roll between the mountains, farmers till their fields of wheat and maize and herds of cattle roam miles of pasture. Away from the walls of Sunderfeld and armies of the King, people here take part in a simpler life, though not easier. So far from the heart of the kingdom, the manor signifies the last holding of civilization before the wilderness, and the weathered stone of its towers regale the years of ebb and flow between them. Warbands of savage men and beasts have many times burned their way across these plains, and just as many times they've been driven back by Constonian mettle. Storms have swept up from the gulf, floods risen from the river, and droughts poisoned the land, but through it all Breezemane stands, its summer flowers never failing to bloom.