StormCradle basked under the midday sun, its streets alive with the hum of activity. The city gave an uncanny resemblance to Onyxgate—alleys filled with merchants hawking their wares, the chatter of buyers and sellers creating a constant buzz. People moved with purpose. Their faces had myriad expressions, much like those of Onyxgate's residents.
But there was one key difference: StormCradle lacked a towering grand estate, the Blackstone estate, Onyxgate's guardians. Instead, the city sprawled horizontally, its uniform architecture falling into the more useful column than the beautiful ones. Buildings were tightly packed, their stone facades plain but sturdy.
