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caravan warren finds home in the muck of a marsh, spanning from waterfront into a tangle of barren trees holding the ground solid alone. the area, in actuality, is rather desolate due to a remote segragation not entirely intentional - it lacks in stranger and foe alike for a good majority of times, but that isn't to say the possibility to have either stumble in is implausible. the layout of the territory stems from natural, wonderful luck, and a bit of convincing labor from the resident warren; one side includes nothing but water curving in slanted manner inwards to embrace the warren protectively, it's body spanning many miles with varying levels of moisture and shallowness, with scraggly shames of trees peppered at random. the opposing side leads off through the spongy marsh and outlaying wetlands, sheltered heavily by the either dead or drowning trees just the same as the rest. without intimate knowledge of the vast groundwork, being lost to the coaxing arms of the gangles of trees - or the mirror stillness of the waters - is absolutely a given.
similar to the land above the head, the tunnels drilled with cunning tactic within the otherwise useless earth too swivel and lose themselves in an intentionally misleading sort of manner. dead ends, false exits, trapping rooms, all the clever sorts of trickery able to be pooled and executed properly are exhibited. the course is a complex run around method of internal defense able to grant enough of a diversion until a solving output is dispensed by the warren, in hatever form it may take. so much winding and constant renovation keeps the tunnel system from ever appearing how it once did; expanding and dropping lower in actuality as the nearest the surface transforms from home to hard labored manipulation of those not clever enough to immediately understand the unspoken riddle of the marsh place, never holding onto one shape or form for longer than is necessarcy for the extension of it to begin.

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