Where Asmran’s are a haughty, exclusive
lot, Ghandalan’s are a welcoming people,
encouraging trade and importing goods from
across Castlemourn. The denizens of the Coin-
Cauldron, Ghandalar’s more commonly used
name, encourage trade of all types and quantity
in order to ensure themselves a wider selection,
better prices, and the highest quality available.
Long-known for its haphazard layout, the city is a
sprawling maze—an unwalled port of many docks,
farms intermixing with clusters of warehouses,
and more than a dozen city centers where
merchant-traders and shopkeepers cluster together
in commerce. Much like the city, tax collection
appears haphazard at best. At random intervals, the
mounted knights, who keep order in the streets,
appear at merchants’ doors without warning to
collect taxes by proffering helm-sized pots with the
royal command to “fill the cauldron.”
One similarity between Asmrel and Ghandalar
is the obfuscation surrounding the identities of
their rulers. Instead of a faux warrior sitting on their
Halark Throne, the Ghandalans have Four Princes
(who are neither Princes nor even Princesses).
These lovely courtesans are sponsored by wealthy
merchants to champion their causes. The Four
Princes arbitrate between merchants, entertain
important envoys and visiting traders to the best of
their abilities, and live lives of pampered revelry.
Beloved by the citizens, these ladies have slowly
been gaining some measure of true power.
All of this organized chaos and odd rulership
encourages the Ghandalan way of life—which is,
of course, the pursuit of the almighty coin—until it
is time to purchase property elsewhere in order to
retire in luxurious comfort.