Contrary to the views of some, it is the northeast of Schrote that is by far the worst portion of the bishopric - unless, that is, one has already visited one of the other parts of it. The south of this area comprises of the northern reaches of the Schrotewald. Wisely, the inhabitants have tended to give the forest itself a wide berth, since the forest, like most Englishmen, is thick and riddled with combative squirrels. The inhabitants live in three villages, each of around 200 souls - Langenzofft, on the border with the Landgravate of Hesse-Rotenberg-Schillingsfurst; Schmallenhardt; and then Widenlau. Each of these stands on the main road from the border to the town of Schrote, or, if one views this from the most desirable direction of travel, from Schrote town to the border. The country to the north of the forest still remains quite wooded, with many green glades, dingley dells, and hidden hollows, so beloved of poets, romantics, and serial murderers.
There are a number of tracks that spring from the main road. Several of these lead to the old manorial dwelling known as Hindergran Manor. This estate belongs to the family of one Ritter von Feltch. The ritter himself was burnt at the steak; a result of an ill-fated attempt to flambe' a filet-mignon in a barrel of lamp oil. However, his wife, Ingretta, inherited the manor and continues to live there. She is well known as someone who has her finger on the pulse of Schrotal affairs; though more than one finger is usually required, given the weakness of that pulse; and a thumb or two can also come in handy. The main Schrote-border road is actually fairly good, and can be relied upon to carry wagons and artillery in most weathers. The tracks, on the other hand, are poor - less tracks, actually, and more drag marks (see earlier comments regarding serial murderers).
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