A minor city on the west bank of the Gray River, Asheville boasts a long outer wooden palisade. The heart, or inner city, is protected by strong stone walls. More than that is its great human population, a massive conglomeration of over ten thousand toiling souls engaged in all kinds of industry -- and trying to better their lot by it.
Orc-kind have been exiled and are generally attacked on sight. Other humanoids are pointed out and frowned upon, often denied service.
The city is run by a Council of Thirteen that must meet every month by law.
