The Waste is an aptly named place.  Hundreds of miles of desert, heat, and mirages split the world in two.  The harsh natural barrier has not stopped sane people from crossing it, or insane people from living within it.  The Waste marks the northern border of the Nhorvingian lands, starting as an arid region of slowly sloping hills coming down from the Landbreaker Mountains.
 
The three months trek across dies not deter the drive for commerce, and the demand for resources, dwarven craft-goods and raw materials from the southern land compels many to attempt the journey.  Amongst sand storms, raiders, fenrians, sunstroke, faulty maps and badly prepared expeditions, traveling The Waste is a risky on.
 
The inhabitants of the land are few, outcasts and raiders hang at the edges of the desert, but the deep desert itself is home only to the wolf-people, the fenrians.
 
"No race but the fenrians would fight over such a worthless stretch of sand, dust and rock.  But they fight with their famous ferocity and single-mindedness, and none can contest that they are masters of that land.  That lifeless, wretched waste."
-Imperial Historian, Dornatte Eglaive