The void portal didn't just release them into the cold mountain air, but rather into a place with a different atmosphere and weather than Dreadmoor. As the swirling gloom of the void portal collapsed, the clatter of iron wheels echoed against stone.
"We have entered the inner capital, Your Grace," the coachman called out.
Soren parted the dark carriage curtains, his golden eyes narrowing in quiet surprise at the golden paradise before him.
Veridia, the capital of Arboris is a city where people live in a sun-drenched maze of flowers and stone. When the deep snows of the long winter have cleared, the city reveals its looking like a garden that has swallowed up every bit of civilization. It's a place where the amazing architecture is constantly reclaimed by the constant vertical growth of the Mother Tree's influence.
