The grand capital of the Principality of Sturgon, Stadia, was a sight to behold. Towering buildings with elegant glass windows reflected the golden glow of the sun, casting shimmering lights across the stone-paved streets. The roads were filled with ornate carriages, their polished exteriors gleaming as they moved through the city, each carrying nobles and wealthy merchants to their destinations.
The city's vibrancy was unmistakable—merchants shouting their wares, the clatter of horses' hooves against the cobblestone, and the hum of countless conversations filling the air. It was a thriving capital, with several parties fulfilling their duties to keep it lively.
