12.17.9 Loramere

Deep beyond the branches of Veior, Loramere sits behind high walls and heavy
gates, a settlement built around a thriving market square that beats like a
living heart. No two residents of Loramere are alike, and while their clashing
personalities might in other places come to blows, this melting pot of culture
joins all under the twin banners of freedom and merchantry, with little care
beyond their gods of coin and competition. 

The mayor can often be found holding audience in the town hall, and the World-Tree renowned "Weaver's Arms" is said to never close its doors to thirsty patrons. Yet below this shallow exterior lurks a deeper, more sombre culture; amidst the caterwauling charms of the town crier and the drunken ravings of an ancient cleric, deep reverence for the divine can be found if one knows how, and where, and when, to look.