Chronicles of Golarion
Hidden from the coastal road by overhanging cliffs, the
battered homes and hovels of this ramshackle fishing village
cling precariously to the coastline, tightly nestled among the
rocky crags. The tall, worn, stone tower of a lighthouse perches
on a natural jetty that intrudes rudely into the surf, breaking
the waves at awkward angles. Old boats tug gently against
several rough wooden piers as hard rain pelts the coastline.