At the end of a wide pier stands a fish market stacked with fresh catch, tropical flowers and palm leaves. Flowers of every color and exotic fruits are being sold while children chase one another around a beautiful water fountain powered directly from the ocean that lies just be they call it the aorta. The main pipeline that connects all alleyways and passages in and out of this realm. A long dark corridor that runs for miles in a straight line. Flanked on both sides by monsteriosly high towers and columns. From black smiths and pubs, to sleeping quarters and weapon dispensaries, the aorta is the gateway to anything and everything. With a bright moon and sky always full of stars, this high altitude city sits above the thick treelines with a light dusting of snow on the ground and a smokey chill in the air.