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Beyond the pale, smooth stone houses and neat, orderly gardens, the countryside opens up. Farmland crests the hills all the way to the Industrial behemoth of Bristol, skulking in a crest of smog and steel along the banks of the Severn estuary. South: endless miles of rolling fields all the way to the Somerset levels, marshland rich in wildlife, poverty and tiny, archaic villages. To the East, the moist evening air brings the taste of coal and the smell of countless thousands crammed together, the stacks of London belching into the night. Here lies Gangrel Territory, or at least where they've been granted feeding rights. In reality any can make the journey across the moonlit fields and dark woodland, if they've the courage to do so.