A common sight in Velstrade is the casual midday flight of the ancient red dragon @Morgan Blackwell —a prominent member of the Council of Coin who casually casts entire city blocks into shadow as he glides across the harbor to his estate across the bay—a routine occurrence that locals treat with complete indifference, continuing their daily chores and street conversations without missing a beat, while shocked foreigners and first-time visitors react with blind panic, drawn weapons, and terrified prayers believing the end of the world has arrived, only to be reassured by unbothered residents that the massive predator is simply heading home for the evening.