Whether you've lived in the city of Shavren for long or not, there are a few things you've just never managed to get used to. The sheer variety of peoples living here is one of those things, and the transient population is another. You feel like you hardly have a chance to get to know someone, before they've moved on to somewhere else. Still, for better or worse, Shavren, the City of a Thousand Races, is your home for now.
You walk along the ports, where the cold salty air blows in from the east, watching the airships from Stormhawk dock along the towers and the ocean-faring ships unload their cargo. The sun is beginning to dip low in the sea, and there's a sense of inner peace here.
The Lights forbid anything should disrupt it.
Elsewhere, goblins gather around a terrifying wolf-like creature, howling dark epithets to the mountain-pierced sky, orcs corral ettins together, and begin outfitting them with orc-craft armor and weapons; and above it all, three hideous-looking women watch over it all and cackle.
War is coming to Shavren.