Stagmoor is a market town, in a strategic position on The Coast Road. The local moorland isn't particularly fertile, but it is good for grazing sheep, cattle and goats. Unsurprisingly, it exports wool and preserved meats.

There isn't much in the town itself, a farmer’s market, a few crafters and a small garrison. Most people live out in the country, tending their herds and small fields. These country folk are tough and many are members of the militia and they can often be seen on the grazing lands, carrying a spear and sling, ready to drive away hungry wild animals that might be after their stock.

Past the market there was a Chapel and a small line of shops which, just like Glebe Street, contained craft workshops as well as a general store. Many of the people they had seen in the market were wearing clothes made from local, home spun, material, but there was a shop selling imported material, and new clothes made from it. There was a blacksmith, who also served as a farrier, shoeing horses, made everyday tools and repaired more expensive items. Another shop sold farm supplies and there was even a small shop selling weapons and armour, although from the look of their displays, they sold more arrows and bolts that actual weapons. But, apart from a herbalist, that was about it. There was an Inn, unimaginatively named The Stagmoor Arms, and beyond that a small row of cottages and tenements.

The Old Fort holds the garrison and Mayor’s office. The garrison Comander acts as Deputy-Governor for the town. The chapel is dedicated to Maruma (Patron of Women and Community) There is also a shrine to Azan in the middle of the market square, While ‘The Green’ is the most commonly followed Philosophy/faith.