I scarcely recognized Haven when we emerged from the First Light Inn. The surrounding islands formed a small, homely village, its half-timbered cottages resting on sturdy stone foundations. It reminded me of Westfall Village, with a certain remoteness and gentility that immediately put me at ease. But beyond...
"Stars above," I whispered, gazing across the realm in astonishment.
The peaceful village ended beyond the last cottage. Everywhere I looked, grand towers and spires soared into the starlit sky. The Citadel of Fate, now some miles away, stood tall and proud as a mountain, with keeps and castles scattered across the fortified islands surrounding it.
