"Gold is our compass, and prosperity our birthright."
From the bustling canals of Athkatla to the fabled jungle ports of Maztica and beyond, Amn’s wealth flows like a river of molten gold, ever widening, ever deeper.
Founded not by kings but by coin, this land of merchant-lords trades in everything — grain, gems, secrets.
Here, a blade may win you power, but only a heavy ledger will let you keep it.
And always, the Council watches: unseen, unheard — never uninformed.
"In Amn, a man’s soul is weighed in coin. And should it come up light, well… there are always cheaper replacements."