The Royal Capital, Zelheim.
It was a city built upon canals and a harbor, its vast and complex skeleton formed by countless bridges and artificial islets.
Harnessing the tides and Magic, its people operated a massive system of water locks that worked day and night, maintaining the city's very breath.
Velin rode on horseback, leading a team of guards down the most prosperous thoroughfare, Golden Radiance Avenue.
On the edges of the avenue, recently arrived farmers shuffled about timidly, their rough linen shirts reeking of soil and livestock.
The townsfolk and merchants were far more respectable, dressed in dyed woolen sweaters, their steps hurried.
Only those who dared to travel down the center of the road were the nobles and Priests in their magnificent carriages, their robes woven from brightly colored silk or velvet.
Velin silently observed it all: the well-thought-out city planning, the efficient transport system, the massive class of citizens.
