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Orphic turned off the beach near Cooper's Row and headed North until her got to the market. It was still early enough that shop keepers were still setting up their stalls. He watched them as they worked from the shade of an alley. Most were locals who chatted amongst themselves as they prepared their wares. There were a few merchants that Orphic did not recognize most likely they were on their way to the capital. Goods came to Cap-Sebastian because of it's natural port. They were unloaded and usually made their way to Ayrillac, the capital.

Some of the smaller merchants would spend a day or two trying to sell their goods here to hopefully fund their journey into the continent. If it was their first time in Cap-Sebastian they would be amazed at the size of the port and the size of the market square, both bigger then a city the size of Cap-Sebastian would normally warrant. The port grew as the needs of Ayrillac grew, and the square told of Cap-Sebastian's more prosperous past as the capital of the tyrant emperors. When the tyrant's were overthrown the electorate moved the capital almost as quickly as they could.

The population from around Ayrillac was forced to move to the capital, creating a city whose size dwarfed Cap-Sebastian in under ten years. Then the exodus began, further draining Cap-Sebastian and leaving a market square barely a quarter full three hundred years after the tyrants fell.

Few of those new merchants would see much aside from the port and the market square during their time in Orphic's home. Few would gaze in awe at the one magnificent churches and temples. And almost none would enter in. Orphic did. There were times when he would spend a full day wandering the old temples wondering who taken the hammer and chisel to statues, gouging their features away, and what they had originally represented.