River Square

The stench of the prison tower permeates the area, only barely mitigated by the cool swell from the River Bren beyond it to the north. Rough cobbles pave the ground, separated by wide cracks, and the entire ground slopes towards a grate in the center of the square. Sparse but determined weeds creep out of the ground, this square perhaps one of the worst kempt in the commerce district of the city. A few Tubori post torches, iron cages filled with pitch, jut from the ground about the square, providing light in the evening and strange, eye-catching decorations in the day.

In the center of the square, thick wooden post blackened by fire proudly points to the sky. This is the place where mages are purified by the flame.