Silah - Cities concentrate the essence of a people. Most of what you can learn about a society becomes evident very quickly in a city. At least that is how I remember it. Slung over the shoulder of a paranoid half-orc and his nervous companions is no way to see a city. A city like Hannover embodies magical. Even things that could be mundane are elevated beyond the mundane. Not because it is necessarily better, but just to attempt something that hadn’t been tried before.
When I was here last, there were no walls, no grand guilds. It was a small human settlement of farmers; tobacco farmers. The farmlands remain largely unchanged, but the business of tobacco has changed the landscape in ways unimaginable to settlers half a century ago.
For reasons beyond my understanding this farming village has become a haven for those gifted in the practice of wizardry. Would that my warden and his fellow jailers agree to release me from the silent tomb to which I have been sentenced, I could embrace the current that swells in my own body. A magical current that binds and divides us.
