High in the snow-capped eastern mountains glaciers melt and create the source of the Wenje. As it travels west it is joined and grows so that when it breaks free of the foothills to wind sinuously across the flats of Cerchae it is already wide and strong.

Splitting, joining and rejoining the Wenje continues its course amongst the precipitous tors that dot the land like countless gargantuan monoliths. Some capped with towns, some with ruins they keep watch as the Wenje passes them by.

The cloud-scraping Dzaa city of Gual-sa is left behind before the Wenje fragments into a swampy delta and beside one if its numerous waterways the clan tor-town of Taechowenje peers over the forest and out to the horizon where the western sea shimmers like a furnace in the setting sun.