You arrive as an Envoy: navigator, negotiator, and if needs be, a captain. The map is unrolled on a plank table, ink still damp. To your left, the Iveron trader-ships bristle with wares—timber, fish, iron—while their merchants measure the sea with calculating eyes. To your right, Qadis caravans pour from the dunes with spices, silk, and the promise of knowledge. The old map shows neutral settlements: fishermen villages, lone monasteries, and a scattering of dragonbone coves where only the courageous bring their anchor.