Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-25828117-20200205224036

"A short one." Helian said, seemingly with a hint of irony.

The town consisted of a small half-circle square down by the docks from which the streets spiraled out like the arms of a distant galaxy. If you were to look at Saint Seryn from above the street plan would look like half of the Nerevar star. The streets were all built around bends and not only that, most of them were steep climbs as well. Inbetween the houses stood at several different levels, with makeshift shortcut stairs hidden in alleys.

On Seryn square stood an empty plinth. The worn shade of where once a statue stood.

Around there were several taverns and inns, most of them filled with travellers and sailors. One stood out in particular as the old club. Frequented almost exclsively by inhabitants of the town. Krem supposedly lived her, so that might be a start.

It stood right across the mages guild. A small structure but probably one of the oldest on this rock.