Greyglass Shipyards

Greyglass Shipyards lie under a haze of pine resin, lamp smoke, sawdust, salt rain, and iron filings. Pale hulls rise there like bones of sea creatures assembled by patient hands. Shipwrights bless every keel for three possible burdens: a wedding company, a library, or a defeated army. Supply officers count sailcloth beside surgeons' crates. Scouts argue over hidden coves. Engineers test winches while old widows tie prayer threads to unfinished masts. Whoever controls the yards controls the reach of Vaelorn's mercy, and the speed with which that mercy can become evacuation, blockade, or war.