The connective district of veiled trade and exchange where operatives barter knowledge, steel, and whispers of the old world, sustaining the city while extending careful influence toward the surface realms.
Here, in the shadowed arcades beneath crystal arches, the Elven Deep conducts its most subtle commerce. Knowledge is currency as valuable as any relic; alliances are struck in half-truths and veiled promises.
The markets pulse with the low murmur of deals that span generations. Forest Elf emissaries haggle with Darkborn operatives. Ascended agents in borrowed faces trade surface secrets for deep-forged tools. Every transaction carries layers of intent, each one advancing the long game of reclaiming eternity.
The faces behind the stalls and whispers. Each brings their own web of motives, wares, and carefully cultivated appearances.