You're outside a diner in Bazaar of Halibut. Boat traffic gently floats through canals of mocha coloured water and heavy snow falls with a periodic wind.
You're in a classroom in Spire of the Crows. Huge, aqua vent grilles let in a harsh light and a pulsing periwinkle light periodically illuminates the area.
You're outside a mechanic in The Precinct of the Creator. Patches of fresh, hazel paint are scattered about and the architecture here has a medieval style.
You're on a wharf in The Shallows of Objective. A pulsing gray light periodically illuminates the area and big stacks of objectives are scattered about.