As you follow the hardened dirt road past the fields of green and gold crops, the lively atmosphere and clean mountain air are the first things one notices about the town. The road leads past a scattering of houses with waving people and giggling children and into the town square, the loud and colorful open marketplace welcoming strangers with warm smiles and the lowest prices of the kingdom.

From the square, you can see the closely-placed stone and wood houses that spread in every direction, the divisions dotted with the odd shop or two. To the right of the road, on the edge of the market, is a warmly lit, well kept tavern, a popular stay for the visitors. Down past the shop stalls, towards the looming Mountain, lay the back-streets, littered with shabby houses and unscrupulous-looking, yet interesting shops. Along the road there is a smaller, cheaper, but more dangerous looking tavern, for those who like to take a gamble.

Beyond the low houses, to the west, you can see the stunning manor that is the home of Lord Tyr rising out of the low, rocky mountains that encompass the town. The path up the rocky hill is lit by the same beautiful crystals that mark safe spots in the labyrinth, giving it a beautiful, almost unnatural glow.

To the north, beyond the patch of dense forest at the foot of the mountain, the winding path that cuts into the mountain can clearly be seen. Huge pillars that mark the entrance to the labyrinth stand out of the rough stone for all to see, either as a welcome, or a warning.

Come, stay a while and enjoy the sights while you rest your legs. Take a gander about the market too, you never know what marvels our shaded stalls will hold.