Blosmport, Capital of Greneclyf

The early morning blankets Blosmport in a haze of humidity. The sun is just rising above the horizon, its first rays are reflected in the sea waves and gleam on the smooth, black hitin armor of the changelings coming to life. Queen Gytha stands on the balcony of her palace, looking out over the city before her. Her large, red eyes follow her every move, and a gentle breeze moves her pink, webbed mane.

Calmly, he says to himself. "Change is in the air... I can feel it. It's time for Greneclyf to open up to the world and find new friends."