There is medium-sized peaceful town in a relatively peaceful place. The destructive weather is kept to a minimum by the Alps to the east, and the Neuroi front line is still somewhere east of Gallia, in the remains of Karlsland.

There's gardens and coffeehouses and vineyards and orchards and parks and farms, and in the distance is a large noble's manor.

One particular park has wide, flat benches that make surprisingly comfortable sleeping spots for the occasional refugee who got lost and stopped here.