As she runs across the bridge, Alaedra is able to get a better view of the surrounding area, though she might wish she hadn't.<br/><br/>The clouds swirl about forcefully, being ripped apart by strong winds in the sky. Occasionally a gap shows something dark, but it's hard to make out what is above. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of these buildings - towers and other kinds - suspended fro chains, all supported by whatever is above them. Below, groups of buildings connect via chains and ladders to bigger buildings, ones that couldn't possibly be supported just by those metal links, but somehow are. A few towers are not connected to other buildings, and simply sway in the breeze on their own.<br/><br/>Below, there are not only buildings, but also roads, pathways made of the familiar metal grating and, yes, more chains, woven together. A pale mist sweeps over the city, but the bubbling green marsh below is visible. Spirits of the dead seem to trudge along slowly, and many mortals are herded along in chains, whipped by demonic creatures, as well as more of the chain-clad things. The screams of agony can be heard from below, so at least some things are much the same as home.<br/><br/>In this new tower, there is one big walkway, a corridor that seems to be covering the perimeter. A few doors can be seen, with metal grills to keep people out. There is also a large piece of parchment nailed to a wall.