The Customs Tower overlooks the docks. From its lofty roof, the dockmaster notes the coming and going in his domain. He then despatches his servants to collect the appropriate fees, excises and taxes. Scorch marks on the tower doors speak to its master’s popularity.

The World’s End boasts a gigantic mural depicting a kraken chasing a sailing ship over the edge of the world. Mariners of all types come to the inn to drink, swap stories and find a new berth. Two talkative parrots roost on the common room’s rafters.

The Gilded Anchor caters to rich merchants, their agents and guests. This member’s only club is a place of business and fine dining. Vigilant door wardens keep out riffraff and non-members. Vast fortunes have been made and lost at the Gilded Anchor.

The Bucket and Chain tavern stands hard against the docks. Popular with unsavoury nautical types, it features in many dark tales of smuggling, murder and odd religious beliefs. A wide brick-walled well in the cellar leads to a sea cave under the docks.

Raita’s Candles opens at dusk and closes at first light. Its owner, Tuure Raita (NE old male human), prefers working at night. The shop’s cellar displays a macabre collection of lifelike waxen figures. Tuure shows his work to those paying for the privilege.

Diagon Alley runs parallel to the docks. Heaps of fishmongers’ leavings and so on make this a foul-smelling, slippery place. The stench of rotting fish, excrement and worse keep most folk away. It is a good place for dark doings and secret meetings.