High Market:

The stern face of the shipwrecked lady stares down at you from her place nailed atop the gutted carcass of some ancient galleon. The flipped ship forms a series of arches that look like the bleached bones of a great beast, and the weathered figurehead's unseeing eyes look down over the half-cobbled hilltop path. One mossy hand remains outstretched, beckoning travelers to pass under those rune-scarred gates and taste the exotic offers of high society.

Beyond the archway is a vast bazaar of colored silks filling the streets between derelict ships and newer production buildings. Everywhere you can hear vendors hawking their wares.

"Faen masks from Lughsande!"

"Firearms from Chellende's forges!"

"Alchemy! Distilled phlogiston and unbound principles! Witchfire to keep the night at bay"

"Wines! Spices! Silks"

"Blade and Bow!"

A dizzying array of street vendors, inns and feasthalls await, along with old established shops marketing familiar products from the old world and raw materials from the new.


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