Lanterns of the Lordcity: Palanthas

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Palanthas after the War of the Lance: lamplit marble and pension queues, refugee camps and grain price-rings, a thieves' guild grown fat while the Knights were dying elsewhere — and the Shoikan Grove's cold reaching three streets past its oaks. Work, love, steal, heal, or kneel: the whole wheel is open. And if something older than the three moons hums in your blood, pray no one hears it working.