Every deal is dangerous, every alley a trap, and every die loaded.
The people are just as sharp as the knives they carry. Corruption is rife in every walk of life, from the lowliest merchant to the Grand Conclave itself. Its winding, mist-shrouded streets are a haven for illicit trade, unscrupulous pirates, and umbral sorceries of all kinds. Pressed between the boiling waves of the Searing Sea and the ever-encroaching jungles of the Crucible of Life lies the free city of Anvilgard - the City of Scales. Where the mist never leaves and the shadows have eyes.
There is a city on the Charrwind Coast unlike any other.
