"There stands awe-inspiring intrigue in every hobble, you just have to look." - Seymour Kirkbride, 222 CA.
While by no means lacking in unique personalities, the humble hobbles and close-knit communities across the kingdom otherwise leave much to be desired. It is hard to over-state how far society has fallen in the aftermath of the Schism, and that long, painful fall from glory is reflected no more clearly than among Everwealth's ramshackle thatch houses in the company of its common townfolk. As what history is still recorded demonstrates, a land where once stood rich markets, plentiful work with medicines so potent and magicks so powerful things like aging and disease were an afterthought; Now live folk in a perpetual state of desparation from the minute they are born. Their families poor from lack of labor in their over-populated settlements, scarcely afford to eat much less afford the cost of resources needed to make a sometimes many weeks' long journey on-foot over incredibly dangerous roads to search for other opportunities a town over that may not even exist; More often than not without a, qualified, cleric or doctor to heal their sick and injured for miles, few and far between shipments of goods, even growing one's own food a challenge, as their homes frequently rest atop infertile former battlefields of the Schism, yet they are bound to them as their settlement's security is maintained by the fact it's conditions are so inhospitable, you would be a fool to covet them.