A wide bend in the Marrilach River reveals a small keep on a rocky promontory. Bridges cross the river to the north and south. Upon them, wagon traffic bustles to and from the farms of the Valley of Obelisks. Drifting below the bridges are colorful riverboats laden with food bound for the cities of the south or finished goods for the many nearby farming villages. Amid the gloom of early spring’s overcast sky, the many hearths and friendly faces of Sumberton beckon, as do the casks of spiced ale that are the city’s claim to fame.