Magora can hardly be called a town. It is a small settlement that sprung near the crossroads. Historians report that merchants would setup small booths or tables to sell their goods to people traveling by. The booths became shops and the tables became booths and someone thought to put up an inn.
The town’s organization is almost random. The inn (being the last building constructed) is farthest from the road. Various shops and booths border the roads on all sides.
The construction is cheap but it servers it’s purpose. Small wooden shops with straw roofs. The inn is a two story wooden building that is lucky enough to have a flat hammered tin roof and a stone hearth.