Ezrest, the crown jewel of Zozah, the seat of the peninsula. The Ezrest Royal Castle is situated in the city, towering over the cityscape, is a marvel of architecture.

Nearby is the Ezrest Medical Spire, boasting the cream of the crop of all medical facilities. From simple colds and wounds, to surgeries and blood transfusions.

Ran by King Deanreldy himself, alongside a team of doctors, the doors are open to anyone in need of medical care.

Medicines, salves, ointments, and herbs are always in abundant supply, and the ward is lined with rows of clean, well-kept beds.

King Deanreldy had just finished treating someone for a broken arm, it seemed. He sent them off with a warm goodbye and a wave before sitting down once more.

"Hello there," he asked, gesturing toward a nearby stool. "How can I help you today?" He asked, with a charming smile on his face.