I know, I know. Illen Harbor is an exceptionally generic place to kick off a travel diary.

It’s the Big City. The blueprint. The archetype. If I ask you to close your eyes and picture a skyline, you’ll probably populate it with the Karwhile Center and the Spire—even if you don’t know what those buildings are called.

What hasn’t been said about this place? And in far more eloquent ways than I am capable of, by people with way more money to burn getting the full experience? Is any stone left unturned?

Well—as you may know from my about page—I’m immune to magic. Can’t perform it. Can’t be affected by it. And if there’s anything Illen Habor is better known for than its essential city-ness, it’s the ambitious1 magical infrastructure that saturates even its seediest alley.