This small farming village is on the western end of the island. There is nobody of any real consequence here, except for a small military camp. The captain of the camp, about fifty soldiers and support staff, is named Athanosias. He is really old, not just for an active military office but ancient, probably in his eighties, and looks withered and dried up.
One of the prominent farmers is named Damien.
It is a couple of miles inland from the coast, in the middle of the peninsulas the locals call the Horns.