The sound of seagulls overhead, a gentle breeze rusteling through the tall grass around. The crushing of waves far, far below at the bottom of the high cliff. From its top one could see the land and the sea in the surroundings. With nothing but unclaimed land stretching to the left, disappering into the distance along with the coastline made up of dangerously high cliffs, and a small city busteling with live to the right. One could even hear the horns, some of the boats in the little bay were sounding, and someone with keen ears could even hear the noise from the streats when the wind came from the right direction. The city was made up of a caotic labyrinth of different roofs, buildings and towers. Little pennants, cloths and flags in all colours were moving in the breeze giving off a cheerful athmosphere. The docks at the riverfront were as caotic as the cityscape making up a maze on their own. Some made from stone in a desperate attempt to get order in the midst of this mess of wooden bridges, passes and risky crossings, of wich some were even made just from rope. The boats and rafts of different sizes and colours just added to this messy jet merry place, going in and out of the port with freshly caught fish, passengers and merchandize of all sorts. But in front of the cliff from wich the wilderness and the city could be seen, the ocean streached far and wide as far as the horizon. A seemingly endless expanding surface adorned with wite waves here and there. All the while the cries of seagulls mixed with the crashing waves at the bottom of the cliff.