• Caravel And Ice-cream

The roads of Ryvenmere.

Ancient stone streets, bustling market activity, small buildings, noise of playful children.

Spheris gazed out the window of the gliding caravel, taking in this view. The roads were cobblestone, uneven yet charming, they were lined with quaint shops and small houses with thatched roofs.

Vendors peddled their wares, their voices rising in a chorus of offers and haggling. Children darted between the stalls, laughing and playing, while carriages and horses navigated the narrow passages with practiced ease.

Ryvenmere contrasted a fair bit to Oldracken. The town seemed a bit more olden compared to the one that actually had the word 'old' in its name.

Although rare, there were tall, stone buildings looming over the streets, their windows adorned with flower boxes spilling vibrant blooms.