Tonight was special; the lights brought to life a slumbering city, in a realm where time stood perfectly still. The sky cleared to a moonlit night, clouds drifting in what used to be an absent, still night. Weather control was not above the King of this Realm, if he could be called such. After all...he did surrender control of this place to Shub-Niggurath after the Vassals affair...but enough of that.
Had it not been just you and him, you would have mistaken this city, with it's Parisian flair and modernesque architecture to be any other city in your memory. Though a bit more less modernized than Leronde, Whiteface preferred this place. It felt like home...from before a time it was deserted.
"This...used to be Southern Gate. It connects to a waypoint from the Dyathian Spire at the center of the city. You can use it as a trans-dimensional teleporter...but the Great Wheel no longer turns, so I guess it's just an arch now." Whiteface laughs, pointing at the sculpture. Even so, the design, carved in runes beyond even your knowledge enhanced the pristine white marble.
Whiteface turns to face you. He seemed...a bit concerned, in a way. "Are you...enjoying the tour of Nyhargo?" Whiteface inquired, showing due neutrality to the matter. Did you truly desire to tour this city with him, or was it out of force? That was for you to decide.