Harrowsong
Harrowsong sprawls around a deep natural harbor ringed by stacked districts; fishermen and merchant caravans clash with guild houses and gilded manors. Lanes smell of brine, spice and coal smoke, and the city hums with dock cries, market shouts and nightly lamplight ditties that mask furtive deals. Its layered economy and tangled politics make it a crossroads for trade, rumor and intrigue.
Harrowsong
A harbor of salt, song and secrets where the tide remembers everyone's debts.
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