The citadel itself is a huge spiraling epitome of magic blending with the stone itself. Much of the architecture is nearly improbably without the use of magic. However, the citadel itself is the home for the Triad, and the other members of their court. What goes on here is usually kept between themselves, though rumors of torture and other magical experimentation run rampant through the schools.

Students are not only taught their specialities, but also self-defense, how to properly use a firearm, or their weapon of choice, how to ride, and more importantly: how to kill quickly, and efficiently. The teachers here know what they're doing and teach well. Very little 'sitting down' is done here, and most of it is done out of doors.

Segregated to boys and girls quarters, still it is not unlikely that it remains that way. Either way, here is where the students sleep -- three to a room, for the most part, cramped within 15 by 15 feet of hell. Get used to it -- with the addition of your Familiar, you'd have to be very rich to be getting your single dorm.

A large expanse of grass, with the cliche fountain in the center, the courtyard is meant for leisure time between meals, studying, and fighting. It is where many students come together to hang out, and where inevitably fights break out among the more high-strung.

One of the more important areas in the acreage that the Coventry owns, the fighting grounds were built specifically for students to try their strength against each other. The coventry does not believe in 'sparring'. They want their fighters to be well tested with experience before going out into the field; it also helps weed out the weak from the strong.

The delicate tastes of the Coventry witches don't like to mix their pleasures and their business, thusly, their Werewolf employees have their own quarter where they are segregated, and forced to remain until the fighting begins.

Unlike the usual networking that goes on in a black market, the one found in Perinthas is quite real, and quite active. It is not simply word-of-mouth but true blue and blood; held underground every month, anything you'd think you'd need and anything you didn't even know existed can be found among the myriad stalls. Age doesn't matter, only money talks here. Or the occasional blade or gun.

A pun on history, the Coventry renamed the town's square in mockery of the 13 witches it takes to create a coven. Full of shopping marts (for all things), restaurants, and even the occasional festival, it is the busiest place in Perinthas.