The Brass Citadel

The name is very misleading as the city, and its surrounding area, look far from a centre of industry. Far out from the city, in its outskirts, are rustic farms as far as the eyes can see. As you pass between them, you see everything from farms raising cattle, sheep, goats, and pigs, to farms growing apples, pears, plums, cherries, raspberries, blueberries and grapes. For those among you who are well versed in the economics of Osaine, you would know that much of their economic trade is heavily reliant on the export of food, especially to their neighbour to the south, Caer Oswin.
As you approach the city, the tall cobblestone walls do not stand strong and sturdy, neither are they kept clean, instead, green vines curl themselves along the walls, growing throughout, and, in places, are so thick the stone seems to disappear.
Inside the city, the stones making up the road are held in place with dirt, not cement, and the grass grows throughout. Each house and store seems to be in competition with its neighbours as to how beautiful their garden can be. The people seem to be lazily going about their business, happily calling out to those around them with a heartfelt ‘good morning.’ While there is not much that goes on in this city beyond the growing of cattle, the ripening of fruit, and the mundane goings on of daily life, as an outside observer, it feels as though you’ve stepped into paradise.

Schools:
The Emerald Enclave