Harbor Quarter.
Right as the sun was setting, a ship glided into the bustling harbor of Ravenfell, its wooden hull creaking under the weight of its cargo and passengers.
The anchor splashed into the water and the gangplank was lowered with a resounding thud onto the wooden pier. Passengers began to disembark, a colorful mix of adventurers, traders, and travelers.
A group of merchants stepped onto the gangplank, their keen eyes scanning the bustling docks with a mixture of curiosity, anticipation, and greed.
Behind them, a group of adventurers followed, nervously glancing around. They had heard that Ravenfell was a city rife with opportunities. A lot of money was to be made for mortals like them if they played their cards right.
If they were lucky enough, they could even be fortunate enough to step on the arcane path and become a mighty Magus. After all, Ravenfell was home to one of the Four Pillars of the Empire. There were Magi, young and old, found throughout the city.
