"The city itself is quite unusual. It rests within a narrow valley, and is built along the river with its back to the breath­taking chalk cliffs. The narrowness of the valley has twisted Parravon into an unusual shape, and the city is long and narrow following along the river, with only three or four major thorough fares running lengthwise along the city. The houses are narrow with multiple floors and the streets are narrow cobblestone affairs, encroached upon by the cramped houses. Some of the houses are built into the cliffs, and most have cellars that are rented out. The northernmost part of the town is where the docks are located, and as one heads south upstream the quality of the housing improves, until one arrives at the southernmost portion where the nobility live in their large and spacious estates surrounded by their famous Parravonian gardens. Near the top of the cliff here lies the palace of the Duc de Parravon, a wealthy and influential noble who controls much of the area."

The smallest and quietest of Bretonnia's cities, Parravon is a byword for sleepy provinciality. Its nobles are barely seen at court, its inhabitants are for the most part inward-looking, reclusive, and completely lacking in wanderlust. The city itself is beautiful, full of character, and reknowned for its gardens, but few outsiders ever come here for long. In some ways, however, these popular stereotypes are very wide of the mark. The city's strategic position close to Axe-bite pass makes it a key entry point to the kingdom from the Empire. There is a small but significant Imperial immigrant community here, and the city has a high military presence. Parravon's status as a backwater has also made it a focal point for all sorts of malcontents anxious to operate away from the eyes of the authorities and its developing print trade has a disturbingly radical edge to it.

Royal Governor : Armand de Coquerone, Duc de Parravon
Other : Famous gardens, printing trade