The Golden City they called it, gold buildings rose almost past the muddy beige and brown sky. Stores and houses hung on the red soil like shelves. Caleo preferred most of all the circular buildings, built like cascading disks separated by small rooms and halls. It all fascinated him but it also unsettled him. He could not for the life of him pinpoint the reason, but he felt that there was always something out of place in this perfect city. Always when he looks up at these buildings, they are tall and complex and very carefully organized, but something about them is somewhat perturbing. He cannot say why, he only knows that the color or the shape or something is wrong. But even these thoughts are quickly dismissed by the roar of the scarlet waterfalls filling the entire city, reminding all who walk in it precisely where they are; Salus, salvation, the only source of water on all of Aurum. “The golden city they call it” thought Caleo. “What a horribly stupid name, you may find gold in all of Aurum, but water you only find here. Leave it to Salucians to ignore their greatest gift”