The Arns plains
The Arns plains would be the flattest reach of land that you would have set your eyes on. Apart from the occasional clump of forest, trees huddling close together as if for protection, there is only a stretch to the horizon, flowing grass and the domed sky above.
Walking for some distance into the plains on a reasonably large road (not the ridiculously wide Imperial roads), we came across few people. Most hurried past us without even a look or greeting whereas there would be pipes to share and stories to tell in the past, but now, only silence. Not even a cheery greeting would get anything other than suspicious glances. The only acknowledgement we got was a raised hat by a farmer as he passed on the opposite way.