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Scornubel, the Caravan City, sprawls in organized chaos along the northern bank of the River Chionthar, where the Trade Way meets the water. A vital artery for land and river commerce, it serves as the beating heart of trade between the Western Heartlands and the interior. During the height of the trading season, its population swells from a few thousand to nearly fifty thousand, as caravans, traders, drovers, and riverfolk descend upon its bustling markets and ever-changing tent cities. Narrowboats and barges crowd the docks, ferrying goods to and from Baldur’s Gate, Berdusk, and Hills Edge. The city pulses with constant motion: carts creak under exotic wares, livestock bleat through the muddy streets, and merchants shout over the roar of commerce. Scornubel has no walls, yet it is fiercely self-reliant, governed by merchant consortiums and guilds who thrive in its rough-edged dynamism. Here, gold speaks louder than bloodlines, and the river flows not just with water.

Colorful tents and wooden stalls stretch in sprawling rows from crowded docks to dusty roads. Boats jostle for space on the Chionthar, their decks stacked high with crates and goods. Smoke curls from cookfires, mixing with the scents of spice, leather, sweat, and river silt. Caravans roll in under bright banners, while merchants haggle beneath makeshift awnings. The city breathes commerce—loud, muddy, and alive.