The city looks, at first glance, to be a beautiful, vibrant city, where humans and elves live side-by-side, despite the latter being a conquered people. However, the longer he walks, the more he doesn't need any heightened senses to see the truth; the elves are, unquestionably, second class citizens, and, more than once, a human actively abuses an elf, and no one even lifts a finger, or looks towards it. Most of the elves are clearly depressed, only putting on a pleasant facade, because, otherwise, they're targets for more abuse. While most of the humans aren't<em>actively</em>oppressing the elves, they aren't helping them, either.<br/><br/>The humans, of course, look happy and are certainly pleasant enough; taverns are mostly frequented by human patrons, with elves either working in menial tasks, in the kitchens, with attractive ones serving or performing, and that seems to be the pattern, across the town; humans in the well-paying, skilled jobs, with elves in demeaning or unwanted jobs, the few skilled elven tradesmen barely eking out a living, paid half as much, for work equal to, or superior, to human craftsmen.<br/><br/>The closer he gets to the center of the city, the fewer elves he encounters, and those that he does tend to be more likely to be courtesans, than anything. He doesn't see many adventurers; those who'd normally fit the profile are wearing the uniforms of the local human military, and, occasionally, he spots one of the armored suits, accompanying a small squad of soldiers; the suits are nearly ten feet tall, running on sets of powered wheels, allowing them to move much faster than normal. In one hand, they wield an over-sized hand-crossbow, designed for rapid fire of heavy bolts, and the other is usually a shortspear or other polearm-type weapon. There's an obvious location on the back, heavily armored, where the 'pilot' rides, though the entire suit is clearly well-armored, and agile.