The River Weir flows sluggishly through Trentford, forming one of the boundaries to the bleak expanse of Croxley Moor.
This intersection of river and moor is a site considered sacred by the Guardians of the Black Bowers who, it is rumoured, still gather here on astronomically-auspicious nights to observe their secret and terrible sacrements - for it is said that this is one of the places where the Words of Power had been spoken in epochs past, and where unspeakable rites had been howled through at certain seasons: a place where Those Who Wait broke through of old to walk the Earth unseen and foul, and where They shall break through again.
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