Armfell in Steadfast
The dying carcass of a harbor city lies in the Armfell’s crater. As you gaze up from your immediate surroundings, you can see an endless field of Mediterranean-Style buildings that stops only a mere mile from the crater’s lip.
On the white-sand beach, two figures are arguing over some kind of cypher.
Philethis (pg 252).
Huge gusts of wind seem to be coming at random intervals from the path northeast. Orange and powder blue banners are fastened to the buildings in that direction, though you can’t read the print, and they flutter violently whenever the wind picks up.
To the northwest, the buildings look more drab. The shadows are longer there, perhaps good for a discreet approach.