Crystal Quay

Later that day the boys had a free moment and had found their way to the library. Zelnard loved Geography and longed to learn about every place in Solea and hoped one day he might even visit them all. He cracked open a travel book about Karaz and read. "Welcome to Crystal Quay, the second largest city on Karaz. It stands as a marvel of coastal architecture and magical governance. This circular city, encased within formidable blue-grey walls and a protective dome, exudes an air of both security and exclusivity. Its ports and docks bustle with constant maritime activity, as boats and ships perpetually arrive and depart. Despite its vibrant port life, the city's enclosed nature fosters a standoffish and unwelcoming culture toward outsiders, while nurturing a close-knit, familial bond among its residents. Governed by a unified Council of Mages representing all mage casts, Crystal Quay is a model of magical and administrative cohesion. Home to fewer than 2,000 inhabitants, this well-defended enclave balances its insular character with the dynamic pulse of a major port city." I can't wait to go see it again." Zelnard expressed with hope to Jabar. "It's your birthday Z! Let's go today." Jabar said thinking it funny but also somewhat serious hopeing Zelnard might be up for an adventure. "You know what? It is my birthday and I am going to have some birthday cake!" Mortaz said there was a cake stand in the market that has unbelievable cakes and we are going to have one, You in?" Jabar hesitated but since it was his suggestion he had to say yes. "We will wait till everyone is assigned to their room for night read and then you and I will sneak out!" Zelnard whispered to his very best friend. 

The path to Crystal Quay was familiar yet eerie in the twilight. They dare not light a torch as it would be seen for miles. The boys made their way through the shadowy woods along the side of the road making sure not to be a silhouette that could be identified by a passing journeyman or merchant. They were laughing and shushing each other, the excitement of their adventure bubbling over. After a good hour of sneaking, tripping, and more shushing, they finally reached the gates of Crystal Quay and they walked in as if it was what they did everyday. The nights guards barely glanced at them amongst the tens of citizens, mages, and inhabitants coming and going to the bustling port city. Though Zelnard had rarely been to the far seaside end of town he led the way to the busy night markets of Crystal Quay as if it were a regular haunt. "Come on Jabs.. this way." He laughed and spoke all at once as he encouraged his friend with an excitement he could not contain. 

The sight was nothing short of magical. Lanterns of every colour imaginable hung from stalls, lit with lightning bugs, casting a warm, inviting glow. The air was thick with the scent of spiced putle meat and dried fish of all kinds, roasting  borog nuts, and sweet pastries. Merchants called out, displaying their wares, from shimmering silks to intricately carved mage stones and gems. But Zelnard and Jabar had only one thing on their minds: cake.

They wandered the market, wide-eyed and filled with awe with a touch of anxiety about being so far from the monastery without a leave pass. There was so much to see, so much to take in. A street performer juggled flaming torches, the fire reflecting in the boys’ excited eyes. Another stall displayed exotic fruits, many from Morian and beyond, their colours so vibrant they seemed to glow. But finally, after what felt like hours, they spotted it...a baker’s stall and their goal.

To Zelnard the sights and smells created a great memory of a most wonderous place. What smell or sight brings back a strong memory for you?

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