The river city of Hamrasa sprawled along the banks of the Serpentine like a jewelled necklace cast carelessly upon green silk.
Age-old stone bridges arched gracefully over the rushing waters, their weathered surfaces adorned with moss and climbing vines that spoke of centuries standing guard over the flowing current.
Market stalls lined the cobbled riverside promenades, their colourful awnings fluttering in the river breeze while merchants hawked everything from exotic spices to rare manuscripts.
The air thrummed with the constant murmur of commerce, the splash of paddle wheels, and the melodic calls of bargemen navigating their vessels through the maze of waterways that gave the city its lifeblood.
All walks of life passed through the streets of the city, as the city was home to different races. The empire's laws won't work here or, for that matter, any kingdom's. The city sort of operates on its rules and its people.
