Broken City
As we crossed into the now open portcullis, I found myself staring up at a city whose grandeur was nothing like that of Shärleden or Broken Sellsword's Canyon, although it definitely held its own beauty.
The streets were paved blocks of sandstone. So were the walls and houses around them. The greens which were so common in Shärleden were sparse, a potted plant here and there or a lone tree cropping up from the stonework was all I could see.
What caught my attention, however, was the myriad of colorful tapestries and banners that could be seen from nearly every angle of the street we'd just walked into.
I assumed it was a bazaar of some sort. The hawkers and merchants chanting out prices of their products were sort of a dead giveaway, although many of these fairies gave us a wide berth. Possibly this was due to the surly faces of our guides. As if the horns sprouting out of their foreheads didn't make them look evil enough.