Walk to your balcony...

You stand up and walk to your balcony, stretching as you slide the doors open to glance upon your city. The sight and sounds of the livey capital greet you as you look out. Kadara was a model of the success of your kingdom. Hand carved in the center of a mountain, it lies fully underground. A giant tower rises from the center supporting the weight of the stone above and linking the many different areas that ring around it. In the middle of it all is the grand market, a large stone field filled with wares and goods from the rest of your fief. The city seems to stretch on forever vertically into the depths below you as you view it from the height of your palace far above the common folk. You are roused back into reality by the sound of one of the serving girls knocking on the door...