The Veilwood did not want visitors.
This was not metaphorical. The forest that covered Lythari's territory — a dense, ancient woodland stretching across the kingdom's central-western region — actively discouraged entry. The trees grew close, their canopies interlocking to block sunlight. The undergrowth was thick, tangled, arranged in patterns that channeled travellers in circles. The paths that existed were narrow, poorly marked, and had a tendency to move — a Shadow domain effect that meant a trail you'd walked yesterday might not be in the same place today.
Thresh navigated. Of course Thresh navigated — this was his uncle's territory, and navigating the Veilwood was, presumably, somewhere between Module Seven and Module Nine of whatever intelligence curriculum the Myrvalis family inflicted on its children.
