The gate to the city of Halvine is higher and sturdier than the one they saw in the village, a large structure crafted from thick wooden beams reinforced with large mountain stones. As the heavy doors creak open, the travelers are greeted by the busy energy of the city, alive with the sounds of merchants and townsfolk.
Halvine, nestled in a lush valley and surrounded by mountains. The air is thick with the scent of spices and the lively chatter of bartering as merchants fill the cobbled streets, hawking their wares from vibrant stalls adorned with colorful textiles and handcrafted goods.
In the heart of the city, a magnificent castle looms majestically above all, owned by Lord Rowan Halvine. Its tall spires reach towards the sky, crowned with fluttering banners that flash brilliant hues of gold and crimson. The castle, constructed from weathered stone, is embellished with detailed carvings that tell tales of ancient battles and legendary heroes.
