Northeast of the continent of Orvaleth lies a sleepless port city: Urioil. From a distance, the sails of merchant ships resemble delicate white petals blooming across the ocean's surface, drifting toward the meticulously arranged black stone docks in circular formations. Seabirds carve through the azure sky, unclouded and pristine, while the steady cadence of ship horns and market bells orchestrates the relentless rhythm of trade.
But Urioil is no ordinary port, it is the empire's economic pulse. Here, spices from distant lands are exchanged for Eastern sapphires, Western silks command a price in rare northern black metal, and gold flows abundantly to match the value of coveted goods.
After three nights and two days through two magic portals, Etien and Glen finally arrived. Bustling and unpredictable, the city never truly revealed who was here merely to visit and who inevitably found themselves entangled in trade deals with Urioil's powerful guilds.
