West of the Heartsbloods, the holdfasts of the Gwerin trickle away. The fields and lakes west of the mountains are small and wild, and gaps in the trees can be hard to find. Sunlight is a more precious commodity than water to the homesteads of the western folk, blanketed as they are in rain and mist. The foothills of the Heartsblood range stretch many miles to the west, forming enclosed dales and hidden folds in a maze of ridges extending ever further into The Great Western Wood.
The Gwerin of the Westwold are famously tough and industrious. Their frontier individualism is mixed with passionate factional loyalty and a notorious level of superstition. The Westwold is chiefly populated by free farmers and woodsmen, with a scattering of craftsmen and priests. The handful of Western nobles all tend to share the earthy character of their tenants.
Though Triunism holds political sway only in the North, its smaller rites and rituals are practiced by nearly every Western Gwerin as a matter of course. Other superstitions abound, including the nearly universal belief in skinwalkers, wights, and a race of elfin forest people with a penchant for replacing Gwerin infants with their own.