The Moon in the Sea

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City of Deismyr, The seat of power for the Northern Coast of the Moonsea. A port and foundry city, rich in trade and exports of manufactured goods. Predominantly human population with mixes of dwarf, tiefling, elf, halfling, and others.

The emblem of a lighthouse with a feather wrapping around it emblazons the flags and the shoulders of the city guard. A storm rages over the Moonsea itself and casts the day in a dark haze for how close it is, but the working day isn't over, despite whatever ruckus might disturb the pattern of city life.

Near the northern-center section of the city stands a tall keep that looks more like a manor house at first glance, were it not for the fortifications and the single tower at one corner, a clock and balcony at it's top. The flag of the city adorns it along side another emblem: a set of feathers, crossed at their ends, a cluster of three six-pointed stars nestled between the spread pinions.

If the city is the seat of the Northern Coast, this keep is the seat of the city, and where particularly noticeable troublemakers are brought, lead through the long main hall with it's doors and halls stretching off it, under the balcony of the second and third stories overhead, and into the main throne room. There's no other word for it when four city guards line the walls and a large throne rests on a dais at the head. A Large desk can be seen against the far wall behind it where a man stands from it and moves to take his place in his oversized chair. The runner had said it was urgent and while the Ardri doubted it was truly more important than what he'd been working on, it was also a break from pouring over tedium.

Dressed in blacks and deep greens of a regally-styled outfit, the Ardri settles back, leg crossed over the other and an elbow braced on the arm of the throne to support his chin as he waits for this errant 'intruder' his guards had found in the city.