Falcon's Hollow is perhaps better described as a scattered collection of several ramshackle communities rather than a single town. Enclaves of wealthy lumber lords sit comfortably on the Perch, looking down at numerous ghettos of indigents, downtrodden lumberjacks, religious zealots, and desperate settlers who in turn gaze across their fences with suspicion and distrust. A teeming monster-fraught wilderness surrounds the hollow. Danger lurks just beyond the tree line, and most of Falcon Hollow's more canny residents realize the settlement will most likely be savaged by some horrid monstrous threat sooner rather than later. Until that day, the lumber-lords do their best to snatch as much dark-wood from the vale as they can. It's only a matter of time before their heedless ravaging of the wilderness around the town draws the notice of a fierce guardian. Meanwhile, adventurers flock to Falcon's Hollow but most vanish into the shadows of Darkmoon Vale, never to be seen again. Even more lose their nerve after their first brush with the unholy terrors lurking in the night and end up slaving away at the cut yards or selling their swords to lumber lords who always need more unscrupulous ruffians to keep the rabble in line.