Shepherd

             Here in this peaceful garden sits a series of old statues. This one's gaze is trained forever skyward, ignorant to the plant life that grows from its hollowed interior. It is difficult to say whether the seeds were carried there on the wind, or planted within on purpose. No indication of the artist is carved into its plinth, only a map of the city. The statue's aura is comforting. Rest your weary body and contemplate your next move.



             The mayoral manor is home to the most important figures in the entire city. With age comes power, power that they wield with care and precision. Many stories rest under old scales.

             If you have an interest in learning about the past of the old dragons, Historian Ibi is always happy to give a retelling.



             The elite of the city reside on the high street, part of the mayor's circle and those she trusts to get things done. Their grand homes stand proud alongside one another, even if the residents themselves don't always see eye to eye.



             Nearby is the market street where various shops can be found. Clothing, weaponry, and glass wares are just some of the things one can purchase. Just be wary of the street at night. It is not patrolled by city guards, but large automatons of clanking metal and hot steam. An innovation.



             If one is seeking some entertainment, Drachen Theatre is open all day and late into the night. They put on an assortment of plays. Or perhaps you'd be more interested in the art gallery that adjoins the building? Be kind to the ghostly figure at the door, he means well. The Spectre, however, is another story.



             Those looking to drink, gamble, or hire some muscle are welcome to pay a visit to The Gilded Scale. Such a saloon would typically draw trouble, but this one is well protected by both the city guard and a band of local mercenaries. Do try to be on your best behaviour.



             You've already found a place to sit and think. The place where you are now: The garden located on the grounds of the old cathedral. Make sure you leave before nightfall. Those who call the cathedral home are not fond of visitors after dark.



             Wandering the lower streets can be a somewhat dangerous prospect, but it's the fastest way to the docks. There are a few rundown stalls here as well that make up the farmers market. Don't let the stench of the factories drive you off too quickly.



             It is ill advised to ever enter the alleyways, especially after dark. Nefarious individuals prowl here. The city guard have made many attempts to catch them, but those who dwell in the alleys know them far better than anyone else. This is their domain.



             The train station is where dragons entering or leaving Verboten City gather. Many's final destination is the Wyrmwound to serve under the Plaguebringer. Perhaps others will find a place to reside elsewhere. Those not yet ready to make such a journey are normally found resting at a quiet inn.



             Not all that far to the east of the city likes the refurbished outpost called The Scarlet Watch. A safe place for travelers and caravans to rest before continuing on their journey. It is ill advised to cause trouble, as Ranger Artemis does not take kindly to such distractions.



             A large swamp borders the city from the southwest, inhabited by all manner of strange creatures. Traveling through this area is best avoided. If you must go in there, be quick about getting back out, and remember to stay on the trails.



             Far to the east, high up on a ridge, lies an overlook that faces the city. Plenty of criminal activity has been reported in the surrounding areas. Best tread carefully.




             There is an almost imperceptible speck in the sky. A distress signal. A flying vessel. Something from another time and place, stranded, lost. What is its purpose? Why is it here?



             Those who have glimpsed beyond the veil have never been the same. What is there does not wish to be seen, nor spoken of. It is best that some things remain a mystery. Not everything is meant to be known. Avert your gaze.