[The Diamond City]
[As you travel the city, it is not so much the architecture that catches your eye, but the change in the buildings themselves. Passing the huts and humbler abodes of darkwoods and plank, you are now surrounded by masonry, from the simple brick, to the quiltwork of flagstone and even here or there, the austere smooth, rich face of marble and granite.
Few travel the streets with you, though they are well lit by soft white-burning torches, and the full red moon above seems to catch the veins of crystal in the marble, granting it all a pinkish hue. In the distance above, you see the great spiral towers, crafted of what could only be magic, they glitter even in the low light of the single moon above, almost otherworldly in its solitary rise, like an icicle or rose diamond.
The path you seek is well paved, ending in the spiraling stairs leading to the grand courtyard.
In a doorway, a stooped woman in heavy, intricately woven robes beckons you to step closer with a thick knuckled, crooked finger.]