As you pass through the faint red haze at the gate, you feel a slight tingle. Looking around, no one else seems bothered, with all sorts passing in and out of the city, some traveling with caravans, others without. You see people of all races about, and the city is clearly bustling. One thing you all find strange is a number of mechanical creations about. From the gate, you can see a forge ahead. Any forges you've seen till then have had bellows powered by apprentices or slaves. Instead, you see some sort of wheel attached to the side of the bellows, attached to a box. As the wheel spins, the bellow moves up and down, feeding the furnace. Other shops have metal smoke stacks feeding out smokes of different, dark colors, and you see more than a few metallic beings walking about, most doing manual labor.
As you step the the gate, a guard comes up to you and stops you, as a man in nice robes walks out of a building attached to the wall. "Welcome to Cliffsedge," he says in a bored voice, looking down at a scroll. "As new visitors with a mechano, I must as you to register it if it is an auto. Registration costs 5 gold." He looks up, clearly uncaring, and looks Jorem up and down, but doesn't say anything.
