City Profile
Sunlit terraces, gold-flecked fountains, glass-roofed salons, money changing hands in full public view.
Loralei raised Aurin from the gold of the first morning, lifting white stone out of the valley so the city might mirror her brilliance. She teaches that the heart is the source of all true power, that desire is the compass of destiny, and that nothing real can flourish in darkness. Aurin is that creed made architecture: a capital that hides nothing, because in Loralei's light secrecy is weakness.
To walk Aurin is to climb. The city rises in ascending sunlit terraces, gardens spilling bloom over every balustrade, fountains throwing the sun back as gold. It has no single ruler, and this is its genius - authority is distributed across reputation-bound institutions that hold each other in tension. Here the highest crime is not violence but harm to trust. Credibility is currency: earn it and the vaults open; lose it and the city simply looks away.