The midday sun swept past the towers of Horn Castle, casting a golden glow upon the forest of masts in the port. Enormous ocean-faring sailboats and flat-bottomed barges shared the berths, while crates brimming with all sorts of cargo were moved on and off the docks to the rhythmic chants of dockworkers.
The air was a mixture of sea salt, dried fish, and spices.
This was also one of the few places in Thousand Masts City, aside from the sewers, where one could see a great number of Alien Races.
Cloaked Elves strode past, their faces expressionless. Wealthy Dwarf merchants haggled with the harbormaster over docking fees, and a Halfling chef from the Trade District was here, picking through the catches on the fishing boats in a corner of the docks.
A squad of the City Guard stood at the edge of the docks, sharp blades in hand. Their armor and weapons flashed with a cold light under the warm sun.
