…..:::::|. Blue Sunrise Underpass .|:::::…..
It was of a particular bright out this sun-rising. The kind of bright that pierced to the inner pigment of materials and skin. The kind of bright that illuminated the iridescent scales of fishes in ponds and lakes. The kind of bright that made one's eyes squint in shield of its cast. Two men now waited, shielding said eyes from the bright, on one covered side of a cobblestone bridge stretching toward, arguably, the most splendid castle-keep that had ever been constructed.
Castle Havvenchael.
A seven-sided wonder in stone; ‘Facing All Seven Troubles of Dureyr’, as was her motto. Seven sets of blue and silver banners hung long and billowed far on all her sides. Seven floors on all seven faces, varying in height and depth from the bottom main level with seven parapets each, housed the seven Archons who governed the region; The Queen and Polemarch being one.