Eschewing the city proper, I explored the outskirts, making a circuit around the remarkable wall of water shimmering in place behind some kind of magic field. I could see fish darting back and forth right outside, not seeming to notice or care about the oddity of a bubble of air here at the bottom of the sea.

Midway around the city, the soft sand of the ocean’s floor abruptly dropped off into a deep chasm. Jagged rocks lined the edge of the crevasse, and the interior was such an inky black that I could not tell how deep it went. Overwhelmed with curiosity, I kicked a small rock inside, counting under my breath as I listened for the sound of it striking bottom.

After thirty seconds, and nothing but eerie silence I backed away. Something about the place left me ill at ease, and I trotted back towards the city, abandoning my plans for a walk all the way around the border.

I headed to the market to procure provisions for my mistress and myself…
A nearby ship described as a cathedral drew my interest...