Fallowhearth

The houses were timber and thatch, human-built and poor, huddled along muddy tracks and interspersed with small vegetable patches and livestock yards. It was a sight Durik found far preferable to Highmont’s claustrophobic, busy streets or, Kurnos forbid, the great cities further west. The town – if town was the right word – was dominated by a small citadel sited on its northern edge. It had clearly been built by human stonemasons, but bore evidence of the architecture of the dwarf holds of the nearby Dunwarrs, with a squat, thick stone keep and an adjoining wall circling its north-eastern corner. Baroness Adelynn’s standard and the half-roc pennant of the local warden flew from its highest turret, caught in a cold wind coming down off the mountains beyond.

MacNiven, Robbie. The Doom of Fallowhearth: A Descent: Journeys in the Dark Novel . Aconyte. Kindle Edition.