Welcome to Hama Valon! To the untrained eye, obviously Ogier built, and even the untrained can see the finery. Wrapped around the soaring buildings of the Grey Tower, to some, it might conjure images of Tar Valon. Aptly named, the 'Mountain Guard' stands strong and proud, artistic and gorgeous. Once amidst the buildings, the cries of vendors from the Marketplace can be heard. For those that wish privacy, indoor shops are aplenty. For the weary, Inns are nestled comfortably, the harmonious tunes of Gleemen drifting from some. During holidays and grand announcements, the city converges inside the Great Square. A flat, open area, the Great Square is easily large enough to fit those that wish to rejoice. Positioned in the middle stands four statues, each slightly larger than life. An Aes Sedai and Asha'man stand positioned inward, their heads inclined as if speaking in low tones. Circling outward is a Gaidin, stance low and sword unsheathed and at ready, and a Gaidar upon the opposite side, stance straight, one hand shading her eyes, which seem to peer into the distance. She seems to stare North, as does the Gaidin, as if watching, even from here, the Blight. As if awaiting the coming of Tarmon Gaidon. The Aes Sedai and Asha'man gaze westernly, as if waiting for the setting sun, as if standing guard against the time that the suns sets, and may not raise again. This is the monument to all those heroes that have died in battle with the Dark One, an everlasting memory of the sacrifices made to keep the Tower, and the world, safe from his reach. Etched into the pedestal on which they stand is this simple sentence; "For those that fight, even unto Death itself."

Tread carefully though, traveler, for those that venture too far into the streets of this cunning city may find themselves amidst the company of rogues and thieves, products of societies 'morally challenged'. To walk amongst them, you must at all times keep your wits about you, and your money purse tight to your side. In these back alleys, these shadowed roads, one may find taverns, bawdy music coming from those with a larger funding. From most, however, the sound of drunken revelry can be heard, amidst the frequent, though usually brief, sounds of fighting. Those with the right coin, and the mind to apply it, see this side of town as a wonderful source of information, if they can only discern the truth from the lie. Others see it as an escape, a place where the shadows are real, not simply reflections from their scarred hearts. Like the symbol of the Flame and the Dragon's Fang placed together side by side, this side of the city reflects back the glory of Hama Valon's shining side with a darker, more manevolent force. If you wish to venture here, good traveler, make sure you bring your weapon, your courage, but most importantly, your mind.

Welcome again, traveler, to Hama Valon. Welcome to our home, and our heritage.