An Honorable Man
Above the cloudless skies, as a molten ball of fire began to crest the horizon, the City of Drage shone atop a ridge shaped like a daggers hilt, stretching along a rocky coast into the horizon. Spotted Grassland shone along the rocky coast, across the blade of land; many called the Dagger for its simple shape.
Zariel stood mid-air, taking in the view. Drage was perhaps one of the most beautiful cities he'd ever seen. The stonework appeared as extravagant as if done by dwarves. No human could be so precise. From the intricate towers to spires to the stone keep that stood like a mountain near the sea stone ridge, everything appeared to transcend human craftsmanship.