Scent of Saffron | Beyond Skyrim: Elsweyr

Trevan, have you come to observe the late night splendor of our city? Dro'khur is afraid that it is not like it once used to be. Especially on the eastern bank. Khajiit recalls how the city once greeted travelers with a story or song. Merchants from west, south, north and even east. Yes, even from the Rim, as hard as it is for Dro'khur to believe. Before the wars, floats carrying goods would come down the rivers and all would meet in the great Bazaar... The streets bustled with people from all over. This one can remember the scent of saffron on his whiskers in the morning, the loud haggling from the streets and busy cranking carts passing by. This one thought that this city would never fall asleep. Yet then... Slowly, like a tumultuous kitten before the night of storms... It slowly started giving into the slumber. After the moons, our mane disappeared. And after him Elsweyr. But the elves would soothe our worries, for the mane's chosen would continue in his stead. Some queen in the far sout