The capital of Qintas, a city of white stone and silver filigree built on terraces rising from the coastal plain. Constancias is beautiful in the way that only Amverela construction can be—every building positioned to catch light at optimal angles, every street aligned with sight lines to distant landmarks, every public space designed for contemplation.
The city is old, not ancient in the way of ruins but old in the way of living things that have simply continued existing. Buildings erected in ages past still house the same families. Gardens planted by elves long dead still bloom according to their original designs. The Amverela do not change Constancias; they maintain it.
Government is conducted through councils that meet rarely and decide slowly. Urgent matters are handled by delegated officials; truly urgent matters—war, plague, catastrophe—are handled by emergency procedures that have been invoked perhaps twice in living memory. The Amverela approach to crisis is to have planned for it centuries ago.