This weathered crossing, known as Thistlerun Bridge, once connected two rival baronies before the war left the lands fractured. Though crude and partially rotted, the bridge still holds just barely. Below it, the stream has carved a deeper path over decades, fed by the falls upstream and choked with the remnants of broken support beams and shattered stone.

Locals avoid the area, claiming strange noises echo beneath the planks at dusk. Some say the river remembers the blood spilled here others suspect the bridge is simply cursed with poor carpentry and bad luck.

Either way, travelers cross quickly and never twice.