The late afternoon sun cast its light upon the walls of Kaelthur, painting the gray stone towers with a fierce golden hue. The wind blew steadily, carrying the scent of iron, coal, and sea salt—the aroma of reconstruction.
Along the main road, a caravan of ten wagons approached, each pulled by horned beasts of burden, covered with colorful fabrics and silver bells. Banners fluttered proudly: a symbol of three crossed spears over a silver sun. The insignia of the Aegis Merchant Guild, one of the oldest and wealthiest on the western continent.
