Capitol of Calfon. Called the “City at the Crossroads of the World” and “the City in Stone”, Calfonest is a center of world culture, trade, and a hub of military might. The city itself actually sits both on and within a volcanic butte of a unique stone called Steelstone. There are no windows to the outside on the underground levels as that would compromise the wall’s integrity. Instead, a complex system of tunnels and permanent wind spells runs through the floors, ceilings, and, more gently, streets of each level, delivering air to the lower levels and removing stale air from the same. There is no natural light on the lower levels, so magical illumination has taken an important practical and symbolic significance in Calfonest. Light production is seen as a decent and practical way to show pride in one’s station. Therefore, almost everyone has some item that magicly glows. Whether that be weapon or amulet or crown makes little difference to the citizenry. However, dressing out of one’s station (usually by producing too much light or the wrong color of light) is seen as a social disgrace.
Humans hold a slight majority in the city’s official offices, but by no means dominate the racial spectrum. Dwarven, Elven, and Gnome populations all hold offices both high and low, but in a city where race only really counts as a fashion baseline, the influence of any one race’s collective community on polotics is muted at best.
Pomp, circumstance, and protocol play a large role in everyday Calfite life. There are specific bows for addressing superiors, equals, and inferiors with variations depending on actual, preceived, and derived status.
One’s station is usually marked by how much light and what kind of light his magical items produce. Forgery of this magical glow is labled counterfeiting, and is harshly punished.