The only notable mortal settlement on the layer, this rag-tag assortment ot flimsy lean-tos and rotting stalk-structures is home to perhaps 400 hopeless folk who became stranded on the layer for one reason or another. Insane rough-skinned myconids, their caps a jumble of rumors and parasitic growths, consider themselves honored servants of Zuggtmoy, spreading her infernal gospel while helping the unlucky mortals to separate poisonous from edible food (with the lattet being in extremely short supply). The humans and halt-orcs who dwell within rhe town's rickety walls attack the morose petitioners oi Shedaklah on sight. They are initially hostile to strangers, seeing them as potentially deadly competition for important resources.