Beyond the Settled Lands is the Clave’s breadbasket, literally. Fields of cold-tolerant wheat stretch towards the horizon, along with barley, corn and other staples, all fertilized by the sewer effluvia of the Clave and the Settlement. Lone farmsteads dot the lands, usually in the shadows of huge wind turbines. Where crops don’t grow, herds of nu-cows (closer to yaks, genetically), goats and sheep wander the range. The long summer days lend themselves to gourd and vine vegetables, and there are a few orchards producing tart grapes and apples, plus distilleries devoted to the refinement of such. Both citizens and true freeholders dwell here, mostly away from the frustrations of modern life. Still, the regular patrols from the Clave and Nexustown keep them safe, and it’s a wise farmer who greets a patrol with a basket of warm food and beechbark coffee.