Ashor, specifically Haar!Ren/VL7f/Q No.41556974
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>A beautiful coastal country with sandy beaches, pleasant plains and only the occasional rolling hill. The patchwork of farm and grassland, the seaside and the seafood to die for had made it a wonderful tourist destination which suited the Ashoran government just fine. What suited them even finer was the thriving ports that made up a fair chunk of the coastline, which coupled with the flat terrain that Ashor boasted of, made it a hub for trade and goods trafficking.
>Transported quickly via ship from one side of the continent to the other, or across the landmass itself in long caravans, Ashor's trading network served any and all willing to pay for their products, after all, no true businessman would discriminate the coin given to him, would they? To the unkind, Ashoran merchants were everything from greedy to unprincipled to heretics, but what man doesn't want to provide for his family, or simply himself? And if a few of the demons got something out of it, well, that just meant they both profitted from the interaction and that was all anybody could hope for in this crazy world.
>Be it the church, or the demons in the west, all coin, all currency accepted. Ashor remained a watcher in the grand war between the champions of the Gods and the fiends of pandemonium. But just 'cause you were watching, it didn't mean that you weren't allowed to convince your fellow watchers to have a little wager, eh?
>Haar was the capital of Ashor, and it was as bustling as ever. The seagulls cried out among the cacophony of sailors shouting, boats creaking and citizens babbling as Port Kaeryn received the Greatshield. Making its triumphant return from a round trip to the far east, the boat had finally docked, anchors dropped and if her captain had anything to say about it, she wouldn't be leaving any time soon.
>The returning holidaymakers and otherwise however, were simply happy to return home. Disembarking in a quasi-orderly fashion, people made their way across the plank, down onto the cobbles of the pier and back into the town.
>Perfect for setting up the stage for a dancer to come home, and a newly minted bodyguard to see a world he'd never quite seen before.