The ancestral seat of House Baratheon stands tall over Shipbreaker Bay. The fortress doesn't look as grand in this weather as it's clear skies but its reputation is well known, even to Ardon Sand. As he approaches the city proper, however, people begin to whisper while looking at his attire and especially his sword. As he would pass by what appears to be other travels, some even step away from him.

Ardon watches his feet as he plods through the city. He just wants to push through and make it to the king's road. Another man might have considered how out of place he looks, with his purple Dornish headdress and tunic with its billowing sleeves, but Ardon pays no mind to such things. His appearance is contingent only on what clothing is available to him and doesn't make his skin crawl to wear. The space that opened in front of him as he walked was a blessing, without it he would be liable to run over the small folk that scurried around him.