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King Jarvan II wanted to expand Demacia's trade with other countries but did not wish for foreigners to freely enter the city easily. He had thus initiated plans to build a port town, starting with a bridge built southward from the city to the sea. The bridge ended on a larger islet with a rock mass protecting it from the harshness of the sea. The entrance of the town was located above the cliff, connecting different rock masses in the sea. There was enough space to build a port and a small cosmopolitan town where the most eloquent negotiators of Demacia lived.
Heavily guarded by the blue cloaks–Demacia's soldiers, the small island town had rapidly developed into a noteworthy town. Despite its status as a port where businesses and people moved quickly, Harbor island was very secure, a far cry from the stories sailors would tell about the savages of Bilgewater.
Elinor quickened her pace; her parents had held her back, once again subjected to the same discussion and reproach as her daily routine. While rushing to her destination she narrowly avoided colliding with an old lady carrying a bag, but the thought was quickly forgotten when she finally reached the grand gate that allowed entry to the bridge connecting Demacia's White City to Harbor, the port island to the south.
— Halt there, Madam! A guard stopped her as she entered the bridge at its entrance. For what reason does a person of your status travel to Harbor?
— Are you a newcomer, sir? Said Elinor with a smile. I work there, you'll see me again tomorrow and the following days.
— Nonsense! Replied the soldier, shaking his head and denying her entry.
— Let her pass, rook, said an old soldier with an impressive mustache. You're going to make her late!
— Hello and thank you, Mr. Bultel, she greeted while waving her hand.
Elinor was running with long strides–she was out of breath; her lungs were burning. The guard at the gate had held her back for too long, and now she was officially late. She took the bridge from the city to reach the tavern in Harbor every day, which was at the end of the main street, almost by the docks. She ran with all her might; Mr. Flaherty didn't like tardiness. She jumped over the small railing to avoid the crowd of people chatting and clung to the wall to finally descend the street and arrive at the square.
Merchants were negotiating arrivals while sailors unloaded large wooden crates and barrels filled with various goods. Elinor stopped for a moment, observing the square left and right with a big smile on her face. She loved Harbor, from the captains shouting at the merchants trying to lower prices to the sailors singing while they worked. Snapping out of her delight, she remembered her tardiness and resumed her race. After crossing the square avoiding a few busy sailors and passing one of the overly expressive traders who had been asked to calm down by the guards she finally arrived at the tavern door. She discreetly pushed open the door of the tavern, which tinkled the small bell.
