CLICK-CLACK... As Alek descended from the spaceport tower, he couldn't see the mechanisms at work, but he could hear the machinery whirring from inside the elevator car. The air grew warmer and thicker the closer he got to the ground, eventually condensing into beads of water on his sunglasses.
The air here was warm and humid. Two separate systems were in operation: one burning Transmuting Dust, the other coal.
The massive transit hub was a flurry of activity. Humans and Dwarves made up the crowd in roughly equal numbers; the latter were mostly remnants of the Dwarf Federation, exiles whom the Lord Count had generously taken in after the Black Sun Disaster.
That's why in Dalburg, one could see Dwarves and the evidence of their craftsmanship everywhere. Rough concrete and gray stone were left exposed on both interiors and exteriors. Rivets and brass pipes snaked across ceilings and walls, serving both a practical function and showcasing the aesthetic of their Dwarven creators.
