Canthgar is bleak. The city is entirely walled, filled with towers, castles, training Halls, fighting pits, and probably the highest concentration of craftsmen in the continent. It is a city of creation and destruction. Rarely does the sun shine on its walls, probably contributing to the overall brusque and harsh temper of its populace. Political games of intrigue and backstabbing are common, but must absolutely not detract from the good functioning of the city or nation. The art of backstabbing in Canthgar is making sure your target was already reduced to uselessness for the group. The city itself is the avatar of individualism and collectivism, merged into a disgusting abberation.
Myst's Notes:
Canthgar is a great place to become lost. While there is "law", it is mostly bought. Make sure you keep some spare coin tucked away for interactions with the guard, as they are easily bought. The blades of Horus run rampant within and seem to know WAY too much about the goings-on. Beware anyone who seems too nice.