Cinnédil

A name given to a thick forest growing through glacial moraine in the interior of the Western Continent, Cinnédil is said to be home to the rarest of archaeological relics on Oa: ruins of the Spring Empire. The High Elves built their seat there before the first Omnicide, and what the Tarrasque did not raze remains there still.
It is a treasure hunter's paradise, though it has been picked through by nearly six millennia of adventurers; and the forest is said to be haunted and home to monstrous creatures still suffering the reverberations of Sylvanas' curse upon the Elvish capital. Given the population of hydrae, mimics and oblesces, travellers are typically cautioned: "During the day, don't move. And during the night, don't breathe."
The Cinnédil job was perhaps the most precarious that Beulah Garland and Gavinus Garland ever took on, and it ended in failure and evacuation: a complete waste of months of preparation as decisions were made to the effect that the infiltration could not continue without Joshua Bridle, and that his wishes ought to be respected such that his body be brought home before the winter seas made the request impossible.
Beulah has many memories of her winter in Cinnédil, few of them pleasant. More than anything she remembers the incredible stress of being stalked for weeks by a pack of Displacer Beasts, and the sheer violence of their falling upon the crew. Joshua in particular continues to haunt her. Within fifteen seconds he had gone from joking about a poor catch of river trout to having been picked nearly clean, limbs stripped, lung fragments flapping feebly in the open air, the beasts already long gone.
The job was for Joba Gor, one of the Crime Lords of Nessardine. Beulah has never been certain he accepted their explanation, and she is quite sure he did not appreciate their midnight escape. On his personal yacht. Or the things they yelled at him when he started screaming from his balcony. Especially the things that were actually true.
On top of all that, apparently this is where The Silent Men sailed from.
Oh, and just in order to get there you have to sail across the ocean without the benefit of, you know, stars, and once you've landed you can either go through the desert or the lovely steppes, currently occupied by a sadistic Orcish warlord.
Seriously. Fuck Cinnédil.