Kallighran strikes onlookers as a fortified city, with its impregnable walls towering over the warren of streets at the center of the city. Inside the walls, Kallighran strikes one as a city of courtyards, as there are many and all of diverse character. From below, as the river Calles bends north and then south again in a sweeping horse shoe, lines of town homes rise along the riverside, conveying a varied collection of porticoes and rickety boathouses. Look closely and the visitor will find more cities still – a city of terrazzo floors, of red turrets, even one of wooden floorboards along the covered walkways, which run for a single block only.
In each age, the King of Kallighran accomplished a great public work. Unlike other cities, these kings were steadfast and even and each made his mark on the land, expressing his own pomp or pragmatism in the second stories of the houses, the crests on the fountains or the stones in the street. There were always demolitions, edits, and revisions to the city, but each king in the succession carefully kept some artifact of his predecessor, however much he loathed him.
Today the city is of such varied appearance that visitors are quick to note its disjointedness. Some call it shabby, while others are quick to lose their way. A city of steadfast rulers may be of indiscernible character and style, but the cities of despots will not waver in the order of their columns and the pointing of their pediments.