In the Hammer Sphere, dominated by the massive Temple Genesis of the All-Hammer, students, both excited and begrudging fill the lecture halls of the august and esteemed Academy of Applied Sciences while the city’s industrialists keep a close eye on their labor forces at the city’s factories. For those that look carefully, they can see that many of the ships have an increased number of guards milling about on the decks of the ship, as well as extra cannons.
A number of ships sit in the Harbor Sphere, waiting for the wind to pick up so they can take their industrial goods to the other city-states of the Clovis Concord.
There is a heat and humidity to the air that would normally only be eased by the breezes from the Lucidian Ocean. It is summer in Port Zoon, and its been hotter than usual – the old salts who sit in the city’s taverns claim that it’s the hottest its been in recent memory.
