[Espy]

Oh, and I just did this for class. Based somewhat off the Corinth in the RP.

Corinth: a city that never stops to rest. Or breathe, in some cases. In its bustling marketplaces, vendors sell their wares, and lighthearted haggling takes place over such commodities as a simple knife or a loaf of bread, necesssities in times like these. The afternoon sun wets the backs of merchants unpacking crates and travellers seeking directions. Above all, there is an endless blanket of chatter, most idle, and cheerful welcomes by inn owners. Visitors stop outside the gates to admire the gold-plated pillars and multitudes of carts carrying more treasures than they could ever imagine.
But below the hooves of the horses and wheels of a scarce few motorbikes lie cobblestones, once tinted with red from many Dybbuk invasions long forgotten by the commoners yet not by the resident Saint. In the dark at the far ends of those joyful-seeming swaths of plaid awning crouch beggars and vagabonds, tormented always by pickpockets and drug dealers whose own businesses have cast unnatural shadows under their eyes. The overbearing sun is harsh on the less fortunate, who don't have the means of either staying in Corinth or leaving. All that remains of many of the past beggars takes the form of the thin layer of dust that turns the sky a strange brown. The whole city is brown, and while adult voices reverberate in the smoky air, no children are to be heard. Few parents ever wander to this supposed oasis for fear of their young being trampled under the hooves of horses or the wild feet of drunkards.