Remona would be honored to attend you at dinner in Bronhelm.
As expected the Retribution and her charges arrive in sight of the harbor of Bronhelm at mid-afternoon. Captain Grayson sends over a note of thanks and says that he will be in port for some time making repairs. He hopes you will let him buy you dinner in the Capital before you sail on.
The Harbor at Bronhelm is quite impressive. The old city was constructed by Dwarves but to serve as a human Capital. It has the clean lines and careful craftsmanship of a Dwarven city with the boldness of a human one. The harbor is crescent shaped and the city is built in terraced steps up the mountain. The city is in bloom with Tulips at this time of year. Window boxes and rooftop gardens are filled with colorful blooms. Odd inwardly curving walls of polished white marble stand dozens of feet tall in several places around the city looking somewhat like sections of folded down banana peel. The city and harbor are filled with boats. Rather than streets most traffic in the city goes by canals with long sloping ramps and locks at various levels allowing the boats to move up and down. There are three islands in the harbor and chains run from the outermost two to the arms of the shore. Passage into and out of the harbor is between the central island, which looks like a great fortress and the two lesser islands, one of which appears to be a necropolis while the other seems to be a prison. Several skeletons hang from long poles out over the water with placards listing crimes--most often murder or piracy.
As you move across the harbor toward the row of islands an over-sized longboat with a dozen burly orcs at the oars. A small pinch-faced human with spiky red hair sits at the bow and calls the time. Other similar boats can be seen pulling ships in and out of the narrow harbor openings. The little man calls up as the boat nears. "Harbor pilot. Throw out a line. Do you have a slip or would you like us to find you one?"
