Welcome to Svenfur (Part 2)

The second, and final, part. Enjoy and thank you for reading! Do not be afraid but just behind you, to your left, is the seedy area of the city. Our advice is to not go there after dark, not even for the houses of ill repute. As an unfamiliar face, you will be prime pickings for the thieves, pimps, whores and other undesirables who roam the narrow, ill lit streets. The shadows of Sea View don't so much breathe as crawl and eat all that is in their path. You enter those streets at your own peril and, if you live, you dare not tell the tale. In the Darker Quarter, even candle flames die quietly.

Beyond that, above the wide road known as Parson's Way, is the slightly more upmarket area of Whitmoore. Here are a jumble of lodging houses, small hotels and shops that do not know what the are. Junk shops, for use of a better name, with windows and shelves crowded with clothes, books, pots and items for those who have come to create whatever lives in their heads. The buildings of Whitmoore are far prouder than those of Sea View; bigger and painted in an array of gentle colours. It is here, nestled among these buildings that you will find a park. It is a welcome breathing space, ageing trees stretching towards the sun, welcoming the casual visitor to doze beneath their boughs or to dip their toes into the cool waters of the great iron and stone fountain that stands in the heart of the park. During the welcome weeks of summer you will be hard pressed not to smile at the joyful cries of children and the sing-song voices of the hawkers selling fruity ices or toys of the latest inventions. You might even see a white cat chasing a tiny metal walker along a path.

Across the West Road, to the right of Whitmoor, is the area known as Antonovo. The peaceful squares are lined with large, white-washed regency houses. Gates close them off from the world and servants silently roam the hallways, doing the bidding of their masters and mistresses. A railing clad park strands in their heart of each of these squares, mature trees stretching years old branches over carefully tended grass. If you are lucky enough to be invited to Antonovo, enjoy it as you are one of the chosen few to enjoy the decadence that exists behind the closed doors.

Below Antonovo, and facing the sea, is Hinckledon. The more upmarket sister to Sea View, it is where the rich come to play once they have finished at the pier. Hinckledon is home to those who cannot afford Antonovo but have enough to not live in Whitmoore. Artists, actors and the established stars of the theatres and song halls all live in the closely built gabled and pastel coloured houses. The narrow streets and lanes which wind across the city and through Hinckledon are packed with small boutiques and shops selling everything imaginable and a fair few thing you would never imagine. Whether you need them or not is another matter.