Lion Heart Royal City, Camelot.
The cold, towering city walls and towers of the Royal Court block out the dawn; even though it's already morning, the coastal city towards the west remains shrouded in darkness.
The cold wind whistled through the dirty snow on the streets; after a night, more curled-up bones appeared on the street side.
The weak, skeletal figures and muddy surroundings melded together; the stench of decay lingered in the air, overshadowed completely by the complex smell of alcohol.
The Lion Heart nobility would never reside by the harsh coastline; instead, they opted to live far above ground, indulging in debauchery within the castle walls, leaving the world outside the walls to be managed by their servants.
Thus, the population residing in the coastal area is quite complex; most take pride in being attendants to the nobility, serving the Lion Heart nobles inside the walls for generations.
Early dawn, the largest tavern by the coast was still open for business.
