Foster’s Landing was not only the biggest port on the western coastline, but also one of the most well connected cities in the glorious secular state of Etzos. Within a break of the town crier beckoning the citizens to assemble, all those who could attend gathered in the main square. The area was roughly a thirty yard square surrounded by the oldest buildings of the port. Built nearly 200 years ago, the footprints of these surrounding businesses and boutiques were small to allow for more room in the square, however they rose tall with gradual matriculations allowing for citizens to increase their living spaces in the confined areas. The bronze shingles on the roofs were smelted with the precious metals that only could be found in Etzos, in effect reducing the glare from the sun's reflection and giving the structures a calmer appearance.
“I can’t see a thing,” Gangui mumbled out of breath from jogging through the town and aggravated at not being able to push forward through the dense crowd of people.
There was a fountain in the middle of the square. Two gilded Mers, embracing each other in a romantic fashion. It was said that one of the greatest artists in Etzos’ history carved them, nearly two hundred years ago; another testament to the power of human ingenuity when emancipated from the yoke of the Immortal’s religion.
Looking over at Ellen’wyn, his new half-Avriel friend, the mustachio’s face lit up with the capital idea of standing on the fountain to gain a view of the scene, “Let’s step up there!” Brandon followed right behind them. It was quite a scene to behold: a red-headed Avriel with large wings, a man armored to the tooth, and lute totting bard, all standing three feet higher than everyone else. A few people yelled at them, but Gangui ignored them. Who were they to challenge him openly in the public square?
