In stark contrast to the perpetually gloomy weather of the Black Water Territory, the River Domain benefited from its unique geography, basking in brilliant sunshine year-round.
The azure sea was like a flowing canvas, its surface shimmering under the blazing sun.
The only drawback was the overly enthusiastic sun, which always felt a bit scorching.
Countless fishing boats crisscrossed the sea's surface. Fishermen in their small skiffs worked diligently amidst the rippling turquoise waves, painting a picture of prosperity.
"Did you hear? Lord Marston is holding a grand banquet at his residence today. I hear he's hosting some big shot..."
As the fishermen hauled in their nets, they found themselves chatting about the rumors in town.
The net ropes slid through their rough palms, carrying the briny scent of the sea.
"So, who do you think... this big shot is? To make Lord Marston host him personally?"
"What's the use in worrying about that?"
