Weary from her travels, the Courtesan of Portshire arrived through the gates of Jaedaxia with little pause. The guards, seeing the crest of the Duke on the carriage, immediately let the driver and the lady inside with a curt, "Bonjour" and "Au Revoir" in succession. And within moments, the beaten parth leading to the city on the Penninsula soon transitioned into cobblestones which made for a bumpy ride at best.
From her window, Elegia could see the frost-kissed city and its many daring and beautiful buildings. The structures' architecture was unique from the Empire -- so she was told -- and Jaedaxians were proud of it. Over the shingled roofs of the minor apartments and multi-story shoppes were larger, more formidable shapes: buildings whose majesty were rivaled only by the heavens. Massive, powerful spikes, spires, and sometimes sculptures rose over these obelisks ... and to the south was the largest of them all: a castle, it seemed, monstrous and menacing; and a clock tower -- its face made more full, brighter than the Moons beneath the darkening skies.
"Vee arrive soon", the driver coughed from his bench in front of the carriage. He spoke through a slit which was still enough to let the frigid air inside to briefly conjure several shivers down Elegia's back, "You get ready now, oui?"