A vessel dropped from the air to meet you. The Skycoach was a long, narrow rowboat built from fire-pine and darkwood. A figurehead of a swan was embedded at the prow of the ship; the image of its outstretched wings was engraved along the length of the boat, glittering in the cold light of the mystical torches. The driver was a young woman dressed in a simple white gown bearing the emblem of a swan on the left breast. Her short, silvery hair and wide eyes hinted at a touch of elvenblood.“How may I help you?”

The boat rose into the air. The Skycoach rose toward the Menthis core then entered a tunnel. Within moments you emerged into open air, skimming past the bridges and smaller spires ascending toward the heavens. Merging into the bustle of the traffic above, you view Sharn, The City of Towers for the first time.

As your Skycoach comes to a halt in Smoky Towers mere words could not convey the overwhelming presence of Sharn. The wide street was filled with a churning mob. Half a dozen different languages filled the air. A Dwarven merchant was haggling with a young gnome over the price of mealworms. A pale elf wearing a golden gown and a thin mask of beaten silver was walking down the street, accompanied by a massive ogre laborer, who was carrying a trunk formed from bronzed bones.