The Dragon’s Bowl is a vast basin in the northern Tablelands. According to legend, it was formed when the first great dragon was born, tearing his body out of the living rock. Those whe enter the valley eons later report feeling an intangible sense of awe creep over them, filling them with emotions of apprehension and triviality.
Perhaps this is why, despite lying between three busy caravan routes, Dragon’s Bowl remains a hushed and desolate place. Or perhaps it is because no matter how you enter the Dragon’s Bowl, you must descend a thousand feet of steep, treacherous slopes that often end in sheer, rocky cliffs. In either case, you will find the bottom of this large valley eerily quiet. There is rumoured to be a sizeable oasis somewhere in the Bowl.