Reimian Empire

Two days later, the "Astra" docked at the port of the city of Aldra. Captain Cyros Rind gathered everyone on the ship's deck to give a brief briefing. "First of all, I would like to warn you about the peculiarities of the city to which we have come due to the nature of our mission," Cyros said, gesturing confidently towards the cityscape. "Unlike the cities of the empire with their clean and safe streets, where you won't find a single legally operating brothel, Aldra is a dirty city in every sense of the word. Many call it the festering sore of all Enkelia, and there are objective reasons for this." The captain paused for a moment and then continued. "Today, Aldra is ruled by three organizations with dubious reputations. The 'Sea Devil,' an organized group of pirates, smugglers, and slave traders, dominates the city's port. The Silver Quarter belongs to the 'Symphony of Pain' cult; I advise you not to go there unless absolutely necessary. Let's just say they are not the most pleasant people. The Golden Quarter is the territory of the 'Knights of the Lotus.' This is the cleanest part of the city, but it doesn't have the best reputation either. In general, I would not recommend unprepared crew members to leave the port unless there is a very good reason to do so. In the port, you will find a black market, the assortment of goods of which varies greatly from day to day. Of course, there is also a tavern where you can drink, eat, and find company for the night. In addition, there is a travel supplies shop and a food market. We don't need anything from the latter, but if you have any supplies left from the empire, you can try to sell them here; they fetch a high price." "Alaria Doran," Belring the Elder said, turning to the inquisitor while Cyros continued his briefing, "would you care to join me?" "In any case," the captain continued, "we don't have much to do here, but try not to get into trouble, okay?"