Westland was a mountain city nestled deep within a rugged alpine landscape, its stone buildings displaying intricate, historic architecture: steep roofs clad in reddish-brown tiles, arched windows framed by wooden shutters, and small balconies that jutted from ancient walls.
The carriage rolled along cobblestone streets that wound through the city center, following the gentle downward slope through crowds of walking, conversing townspeople.
Their calm and decent demeanor alongside the sturdy structures gave the city a cozy, fortified feel, yet the buildings opened up just enough to reveal courtyards, staircases, and pockets of greenery despite the dense population.
The carriage pulled up on the right, before a prominent tower—perhaps a town hall—rising with Gothic-like spires and arched windows.
