Time passed quietly, and before anyone truly noticed, the next day arrived. Morning sunlight spread across Riverdale City in a slow, golden wash, illuminating rooftops, banners, river docks, and bustling streets with equal indifference.
Riverdale was neither smaller nor less significant than Greyvale; in many ways, it felt sharper. The river that gave the city its name cut through it like a silver spine, dividing trade routes and nourishing markets with ships arriving daily from distant regions. Goods flowed in and out constantly, grain, timber, ore, silk, spices and with those goods came people: merchants, sailors, craftsmen, mercenaries, travelers.
Riverdale thrived on commerce.
The city was divided into six districts, each boasting its own character and rhythm. The Riverside Exchange District buzzed from dawn until dusk with traders shouting prices and dock workers hauling cargo.
