“Brightwater? That’s the jewel of the coast,” they’ll tell you. “Where the Prosperine meets the sea, and there’s coin in the air.” The city’s massive harbor never sleeps—barges from upriver and ships from across the Alprenia Sea offload spices, steel, cloth, and grain by the ton. The streets near the docks bustle with traders, crafters, and hawkers, while the higher terraces hold quieter districts of scholars, clergy, and merchant elites. The buildings there are striking—white stone painted in sea-hued tones, sturdy and elegant all at once.

Most travelers speak of the Sanctum of the Evercurrent, a towering temple carved into the cliffs south of the city, dedicated to Lord Myrtix, the God of Magic. They say simply walking its halls makes your skin tingle. You’ll also hear of the merchant council that runs the place—powerful families who don’t always get along, but keep the city running smooth enough. If you’ve got gold, ambition, or a trade to your name, Brightwater’s a place where fortunes are made—or lost in a single deal.