Astramere thrived as both a bustling port city and a riverside jewel—more precisely, perched where the Rosy Clouds River kissed the sea.
With geography this blessed, its prosperity was inevitable.
A mercantile powerhouse, the city teemed with marketplaces at every turn.
But ask any local for the grandest, liveliest bazaar, and they'd point unhesitatingly to the Crimson Exchange.
In fact, Ethan Lockwood had bolted from his home, making a beeline straight for this very marketplace.
Astramere was practically showered with divine favor.
Beyond its strategic waterways, the land boasted two sprawling cinnabar veins.
This scarlet mineral—the lifeblood of every woman's vanity case—formed the base of rouges across the realm.
Even the city's name was born from this trade.
Astramere, Astrame
