The Kingdom of Broewende sits perched on the highest natural cliffs of the Kingdoms, where, battered by the wind and the tides, one would think the Broewenders would have a harder time eking out a living. In reality, Broewenders are a festive, rowdy and carefree bunch. Due to an alleged pact with the fey involving a lot of ale, the soil in the heartlands of the country is extremely fertile, and the climate of the whole kingdom is very temperate considering how far north it is.
Broewende is run by a King or Queen (in this case King Galen the Stout) who is chosen every seven years by an elaborate, ancient and incomprehensible succession process that most resembles a cross between an election, a talent show and a month-long drunken festival. (It is worth noting that Broewende produces most of the alcoholic beverages of quality available in the Seven Kingdoms, and it is their main export. Aside from spoony bards.)
Broewenders are regarded with amusement and some (well-deserved) suspicion by most of the other residents of the Kingdoms. While they are on a whole hard working folk, they do have a penchant for mischief, tall tales and outright swindling-- a reputation the Broewenders themselves deny. Their neighbors take is as fact that most of the people of Broewende have some fey ancestry. It is interesting to note that a majority of the documented humans with the ability to hear the Song come from Broewende, but there are so few known cases that it's impossible to tell whether or not this is simply a coincidence.
