The ship laden with cargo from the southern Isles comes to the Northern Shores of Dagger Bay as the sun rises in the east, the spires of Ivory Citadel stand gleaming in the morning sun. The port comes to life as the sun bathes the streets in light. From the docks of the harbor the streets of the city seem to have endless throngs of people moving about, going to the grand temples, the shops, and markets. From the high towers of the citadel one can almost see the King looking down over the grand gardens, high-walls of the city districts, The massive stone bridges across the river Poltava River. The vast size of this city can make a storm giant feel small.