The eyes of the Great God Vhyrian seem to fix themselves upon you. His gaze is everywhere, for his effigies peer down from every ledge and tower. To you, their expressions appear…
And indeed, his city can be an unforgiving place. Life here is a competition, like a never-ending footrace. New methods are adopted every day, and one must master them or be called a laggard; new words are concocted season by season, and one must adopt them or become a mockery; and everywhere, the manner of dress is so ostentatious that a walk down the street can feel like a formal procession.
For your part…