Avengmil

AVENGMIL

Crossroads of Riombara

The townsland of Avengmil is a hustling yet pleasant land, populated by seasoned traders, prosperous merchants, proud fishermen, and all sorts of colorful entertainers. Well-travelled roads from every corner of Riombara wind their way through the region, leading directly towards the neighboring cities of Athol Margos and Rines, south to the mainland, and north through Cjelegy towards the Isle of Ajitmon. The people of Avengmil make their living by plying the trade of these roads, offering fine (if a tad provincial) wares to the nobility as they travel through, and gathering usurous profits from the taxes, customs, and excises imposed upon the commonfolk who must pass through on their way to the city markets.

The swift, salty winds from the Eastern Ocean mingle with the placid breezes from the Inland Sea to the West, creating a most agreeable climate. The ripe and ubiquitous odor of fish pervades most of the coastland, as the Avengmillian people love their seafood, while the interior of the region abounds in the smells of wild flowers in the spring and summer, and rich pine throughout the colder months.

Entertainment is widely available along the major roads, with such diverse distractions as jugglers, fortune-tellers, thespians, knife-throwers, courtesans, and self-flagellants, but the prudent traveller should keep a hand on his money pouch at all times, for pick-pockets are known to infest the roadways.

The current Marquis is Sir Jorn Ironborn Arn, who requests that all visitors try not to bother him. Travellers are also advised to observe the local custom of riding on the right side of the road, and to refrain from littering.