Theater Row
Tucked into the northern back alleys of the Market Table, cliffside, are a half-dozen or so theaters of varying quality that form the heart of Phelandria's famous dramatic history. Nothing remains of the original district, build around the works of the inestimable Reynard elevated dramatic performances from the streets in the century before the first emperor. The spirit of the stage, however, not only survived the destruction of the city, it thrived like never before when Duke Henri funded the construction of two theaters - with simple benches for common folk and another with plush seats for the nobility.
Neither of those structures remain today, the harsh salt air in the Jewel of the Empire rotting away their timbers at a pace far faster than revenues from audiences. That has not stopped others from following suit, building theaters grand and small in close proximity, each with its entrance on a narrow alley and each catering to a different audience that swells or abandons their seats in rhythms that directors and produces cannot seem to fathom.