The Grand Castrum of Loka itself is a tremendous, slender spike of glittering silver, a broadsword blade two hundred and sixty feet tall, pitted throughout its surface with a thousand tiny crenellated archer windows. The sun makes of it a great tongue of flame that seems to stretch into the clouds, while at night, the moon turns it into a cold sliver of darkness that reflects the night sky and sends dazzling beams of diamond light into the dark countryside. This is the centralmost point of Lokan civilization, and it is where the King and his congress reside and do business.