Anto Creek

Shielded from all sunlight by the thick branches of the numerous trees that dominate the area, Anto Creek is almost permanently bathed in an eerie darkness, failing to lighten even on the brightest of summer days. Thick vines and small shrubs lace the floor, the masses of foliage coming to an end only as the ground meets water. The Creek itself twists rapidly on its journey, contorting like a snake, and displaying waters very close to the colour of a serpent's skin. The scent of damp is strong here, washing over any other smells, and weakening the senses of those who pass through.
[Inter-Species Meetings]