Port Ardent
Everything in Port Ardent is suspiciously clean. The white stone buildings are only eight years old, and the streets follow a perfect grid. Gold leaf highlights the gables of the Merchant Council hall, and the air smells of fresh paint mixed with salt spray. However, there is a striking lack of greenery; any plants brought into the city wither within days. People speak in hushed tones about the eerie silence that falls every midnight when the tides turn.
Port Ardent
A gleaming monument of trade built upon foundations of calculated sacrilege and debt.
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