Hamrasa revealed itself gradually through the morning mist, a sprawling maze of buildings that seemed to have grown without plan or purpose. Unlike the ordered streets of most human cities, Hamrasa's thoroughfares twisted and turned like the river itself, creating a labyrinth that would challenge any pursuer—or pursued.
The city's famous diversity struck Jolthar immediately.
Halflings darted between the legs of taller folk, their quick movements and quicker fingers marking them as members of the city's infamous messenger networks—though messenger was often a polite euphemism for spy or thief. Dwarven merchants argued prices in their booming voices, their elaborately braided beards marking their clan affiliations for those who knew how to read such signs.
