A hilly area with several ancient burial mound. The land around the mounds is silent, the only natural sound that can be heard is masses of crickets in the summer, chirping endlessly. The land is covered in verdant grass, but no farmer dares graze his livestock here. The Ossuelle often gives birth to thick fog in this area. Some of those who get lost in the fog are not seen again.
The mounds are marked by standing stones, some carved with elaborate knotwork, others roughly hewn, and others again unworked. Sometimes, stains of blood are found on the stones.
From Midsummer to Midwinter, strange, ghostly lights are sometimes seen on the barrows, particularily around Mabon, Samhain and Yule.
The last recorded attempt to breach a barrow was made by a young nobleman of Valsangé, some 150 years ago. Half his men remained in the barrow forever, and he himself grew whitehaired overnight. If there is any recollection of what happened, it probably remains with his family, the Blanc-Valsangés, who have ever since tended to grey in their twenties and be white-haired in their forties.