Velmyra.
The border city of House Nubis, famed for its towering walls and sprawling fish markets, buzzed by day with the scent of salt and river trout. Built upon the labor of generations of fishermen, its lifeblood came from the waters that coiled around it like a silver serpent.
At its heart, seated atop a rocky rise, loomed the ancient citadel—once a bulwark against barbarian invaders. It was the first stone laid in Velmyra's foundation, and still the strongest. Now, its banners had changed. The standard of House Wyvern fluttered coldly in the dusk wind.
Night had fallen. The sky was a murky slate, clouds drifting like ash over the dying light. Torches flickered in their brackets, casting long shadows against the stone walls.
