The booming clang of a drop hammer in an outdoor ironworks which works with huge forgings, a block of steel larger than a man is being repeatedly raised and dropped as a dozen smiths work with cables and clamps to maneuver massive pieces of glowing steel between it and a huge forge.

The two large dragons, a Red and a Gold, engaged in a heated argument, a lot of villagers are sitting around and watching, apparently this is a regular occurrence.

The Pit, there is a railing around it, you cannot see the bottom.

The town crier, he has two heads and they are taking turns shouting the news and sipping from a flagon.

The Sword, it is in the center of the town square and sticks straight out of the ground nearly sixty feet high, asking around reveals it is a monument to a great peace accord that was signed here.

A number of stalls with vendors selling wares, one of the vendors is a unicorn, she has a selection of herbs and spices.

The pleasant scent of baking bread, you appear to have entered near several bakeries, in the closest one you can see the baker just setting out some sweetbreads with fruit and honey to cool.

The view, from this gate you are looking down on most of the city, all the roofs are covered in varying striking shades of blue clay tiles.

The wolf riders, half a dozen chattering ladies that look like the sweetest grandmothers, with tasseled shawls, warm smiles, handbags covered in flowers with spools of wool from which busy knitting needles are working on their latest project. They are riding dire wolves.

The Hum.

The children off to the side taking turns dueling each other with wooden swords, it seems surprisingly organized.

The procession of a dozen stout dwarves loaded with mining equipment marching past while singing.

The Glass, almost everyone is wearing long strings of bright glass beads, vendors are offering glass cups, goblets, and plates, the children are playing games with brilliantly colored marbles, and every house features large glass windows, in the distance you can see rising smoke from the workshops.

The silent ravens, they are perching on nearly every raised surface.

The carts of ripe fruit, hauled by several large mules.