Setting
No weapons are allowed in the city, the closest thing being the soldiers who reside just outside of the city limits. A heavy military presence and the border and strict security protocols help enforce this policy.

(The center of the city, showcasing the town square and the legendary doorway)
The city is littered with houses and architecture reminiscent of the greeks. Fountains and public gardens are sprinkled through the small city. Deep within the center of the City lays a large set of carved marble doors. They're said to lead to the Temple of Eden, yet only the Hand's Of Eden dare enter the sacred pathway. As a result of the size of the city, very few houses exist within its limits. Citizens live in apartment buildings or above their places of work. Through aid from its various leaders, Eden has developed into quiet the extravagant city. The ancient, classical, center of the town is surrounded by highclass dining and alluring night life.

(An example of the more modernized parts of the city that surround its classical roots)
The young Satyros looked around. This place was so quiet and empty. What was up with that? There was only one man that she could see currently. He looked like he knew his way around the city. Maybe he could tell her why it was so empty. Thankfully her shawl was wind-proof and the fur on her legs kept her warm. Her face was freezing, though, and her ears felt like they were going to fall off. With a distinct clip-clop she approached the man. "Hello?"