Hewe
Hewe is not so much a town as it is a living grove shaped into a community. Its buildings are woven from the boughs of towering Elderwillow trees, guided over decades to arch and bend into habitable forms. The town breathes with the rhythm of nature, where no road is straight and no home entirely still—leaves rustle in soft conversation, and birds nest in the rooftops of every hall.
In Hewe, druids act not as rulers but stewards, maintaining the delicate balance between wild nature and the gentle touch of civilization. Time is marked by the migration of birds and the blooming of rare flowers rather than by clocks or chimes. The town’s culture values stillness, harmony, and stewardship. Every resident—whether Elf, Bearfolk, or halfling—is expected to give back to the land.
