No map of Valsharein is complete.

Beyond the last marked harbor, the sea opens toward shores that have yet to be named. Roads disappear into forests whose paths change with the seasons. Cities rise above rivers and mountain passes, while far from their walls, other peoples remember events the cities have forgotten. Even the sky invites questions. Travelers have watched unfamiliar shapes cross the clouds and returned with accounts that no one else can confirm.

The peoples of Valsharein know their homes well. They know where the winter winds gather, which roads flood, and how far a voice will carry through stone. They keep records, trade stories, guard old promises, and sometimes make war over land they believe is theirs. Yet none of them knows the whole world. A tale told as history in one place may be unknown across the water.

There are places where a traveler can stand among ancient works and wonder who laid the first stone. There are creatures glimpsed often enough to be named, though seldom long enough to be understood. And there are lands beyond the familiar horizon where life has gone on for ages without appearing on any map we have seen.

Some journeys begin with a question too small to trouble anyone else: why a familiar bird has ceased to return, why a stone bears a mark no elder recognizes, why a ship arrives carrying seeds from a shore its crew cannot describe. Such questions pass quietly from hand to hand. Years later, someone may discover that an answer was waiting beyond the edge of all their charts.

Across Valsharein, its peoples meet as neighbors, strangers, companions, and enemies. Each has ways of sensing the world that others cannot share, and each has learned to trust certain signs. Those differences can bring them together. They can also make a warning sound like a lie until it is too late to heed it.

The oldest stories do not agree about what lies beyond the seas. Perhaps none was meant to. Every generation inherits a world larger than the one its forebears knew, and every voyage returns with something the next generation must make room for. The unknown has always been part of Valsharein.

Valsharein is vast. Its known places are only a beginning.