The town only a few years ago was nothing but desert scrub until the industrious Glenn Firebrand bought up the valley for the sum of 1,000 gold pieces. Most thought him a fool to even be interested in lands so near to the goblin and ogre infested mountains. Unknown to them, this was part of his plan. In adventuring in the region, he had befriended the ogres and goblins, seeing beyond the stereotypes of their being evil and lazy.

He returned from adventuring in the mountains, having discovered several artifacts that he sold for a king's ransom. With the money he hired full-time archemages to build a city the likes of which Asterland had never seen. A fortress of a city juts out of the desert landscape. The walls tower high along the rim of the ring of hills that surrounds the valley. A bit of a plateau along the east side of town just outside the city wals is the industrial center. The businesses that manufacture things must do so outside the city walls to maintain the city as pleasant as possible for the inhabitants. The city is one of splendor, matching even Brin in its beauty as one towering building after another is raised from the ground almost by the day.

The thing that makes the city so unusual is that among all this splendor live its residents, mostly goblins and ogres. It is almost as if Glenn saw more in them than they themselves could imagine, and gave them something to aspire to. They are the workers in his factories, and so far they have performed fantastically. When removed from the squabblings fo their own society, they have been trained to work well and efficiently. The workers are treated fairly and only dismissed when they continue to be beligerant and offensive. They are paid well compared to what they were used to eeking out in the mountains and raiding poor farming villiages, but they are content with far less than Glenn would have to pay humans or elves to do comperable work. Part of the pay they see as being able to live in Trondheim, where they are given a nice place to stay as part of their pay. There is little danger here from the warring tribes that used to be the peril of their peoples. Each member of the city is also a member of the People's Militia, an army of part time military personnel that guard the city in times of trouble. This also saves Glenn a lot of money, not having to employ many guards besides the ones that train the militia.

Trondheim may be a very civilized city, but on the weekend it turns into a complete madhouse. The weekends last from Friday to Sunday. Workdays are twelve hours long, which does not begin to tax the energies of goblins or ogres, and the weekends are long and drunken. The town erupts into a weekly festival of excess. The workers live for the weekend, often spending most of their pay from the week in the taverns, gambling halls, and brothels that are throughout the city.