“Crestwood,” Prudence says, with a weak little twitch of a smile—- same as the town that resides upon it. “It was… some years ago. The Inquisition* drained it to close the rift.”

She looks away, breathes a small sigh as she rubs a hand up and down one of her arms.
“There were… bodies had come back. The dead. Wandering, attacking anyone who got too near.”

Not that Abby would know anything about that.

*ok it might’ve been Riftwatch by that point I don’t remember