Here, Half-Elves, members of the Barbarian Race, and even Nagas—rare sights anywhere else—mingled with various Beastman races. They either kept a low profile, bustling through the streets in cloaks, or swaggered openly, running shops brimming with the flair of the Exotic Realm.
Shops lined both sides of the port's streets, filled with the continuous cries of hawkers. One could buy absolutely anything here, from the furs of the Northern Lands to southern spices, from goblin-engineered equipment to the handcrafted textiles of the Elf Race.
"Well, what do you think? Our Silver Moon Port isn't too shabby, is it?" Ailendra Moon Language asked, walking beside Lynch. Her tall figure stood out strikingly in the crowd.
She pointed at a towering lighthouse in the distance. "That's the 'Eye of a Thousand Sails,' one of the tallest structures in the entire port. You can see the whole of Silver Moon Bay from up there."
