Southeast of Larm, beyond the forests of Iron Pines, lies the foothills of the Crumbling Peaks. The mountains beyond the hills were so named for the frequent rockslides and avalanches. The miners have largely avoided this area due to the instability and high risk of excavating here. But it does attract its share of hunters and trappers pursuing the wild cats and packs of wolves.
It is only natural that when these outdoorsmen return to Larm to sell their pelts, they share the tales of their time spent in the wilds. Most of the stories are tall tales about huge beasts that managed to escape the trapper's snares, or beautiful forest nymphs that tried to tempt a lonely hunter into revealing his name.
But one story stands out, for it has been told over and over by scores of hunters and trappers. More than a dozen men over the years have spoken of coming across a ring of standing stones atop a lonely hill. Standing stones are not uncommon in the wild lands around Larm, but the story goes that beneath a full moon, the stones glisten and shine like teeth in an open mouth.
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