Karanes was a bustling district, one that so closely resembled its southern sister of Trost. That was until Trost had been forced to her knees just a few weeks past. Once so similar, the differences between the two districts quickly became apparent and stark, and yet their relationship between one another still seemed to echo semblance. In each district, rickety barrows whose wheels bumped against the cobblestone streets transported the day 's deliveries. In the east, such barrows were filled with produce aplenty, plucked from their earthy homes only hours prior, the leafy and healthy green of vegetables overflowing the sides. In the south, they were filled with the mangled and unidentified, plucked from their ruined homes only hours prior, the decomposing and sickly grey of limbs overflowing the sides.