Her feet simply knew where to turn like she had walked the path yesterday. Past the Sailweaver's District with its treated fabrics billowing in the breeze. Through the fountain square, where only five of the original seven fixtures still functioned… another small miracle of improvement, considering only three worked when she lived there. Finally she made it to the Guild Quarter where some of the oldest architecture in the port remained standing.
The key compounds, like that of the Youth Guild and the Court of Nobles, were remnants of the fortress that had once stood near the sealine thousands of years ago. One prevailing theory had been that it was built to keep an eye out on a nearby essence convergence point, though the local scholars were less interested in proving that than looking for artifacts. Those in charge only cared about having the sturdiest buildings that needed little to no upkeep and rose in the skyline like a pure show of dominance.
