Far to the south in the lands of the orc tribes runs a river as red as the darkest wine. It’s diffiuclt to obtain permission to travel these lands as the tribes are always moving and in contest with one another. So while the Bearscorcher tribe may be ok with your incursion, the Eaglestone tribe may find your presence… irritating. The little information we’ve been able to gather is from orcish folklore. They believe one of their mighty chieftans (reports are mixed on which tribe she belonged to) slew a giant so large it would blot out the sun for half a day. Legend says it’s body lay at the source of the river and bleeds to this day. It’s crimson ribbon cutting a dramatic swath across the White Wastes.