Le Bourgon is generally seen as a bit of a backwater. Nestled between the Grey Mountains, Massif Orcal, and the Loren Forest, few have any reason to stray far from the Grismerie Valley. The province's proximity to wilderness areas and areas of orc dominance, (not to mention the Axe Bite Pass leading to the Empire) has found it being the site of many battles, and some say you cannot travel more than a league in Bourgon without walking over a battlefield. Le Bourgon is not worth anything much itself, having few great resources of any significance, but for centuries orc tribes have had to travel through it to reach the rich pickings of Breton. Centuries of warfare with little to show for it has shaped the character of Bourgon. The lords of Bourgon tend to be grim, taciturn, conservative, and brooding on long-forgotten rivalries and stains on the family honour. Where the conservatism of L'Armorique comes across as a quixotic attachment to the values of the past, the conservatism of Le Bourgon is a dusty, dry thing, a reluctance to try anything new born of a deep pessimism about the future. The peasants are similarly affected, being for the most part suspicious of strangers, and set in their ways.