(blind go)
*I don't know how long elves live. According to the description, it seems like they live practically forever, but if that's not the case, let Alex correct me.
The eastern district of the city is not the most welcoming place, but it is peaceful, especially considering that all the merchants traveling from the northern kingdoms pass through the eastern gate. But this is not a district for merchants or travelers, but for guards. They are everywhere: patrols are changing, a detachment is on duty at the gate, crossbowmen stroll leisurely along the city walls, occasionally glancing around furtively, stopping to rest their legs at one of the towers. Knull doesn't seem to interest them; only one of them looked at him with disapproval, as people look at beggars or stray dogs, snorted into his mustache, and continued on his guard duties.
The first somewhat remarkable place that Dunkaniël encountered was a wayfarer's inn: a stable and an inn in one place. Merchants arrive here, you can leave your horse, livestock, and non-living goods here, and stay overnight without amenities, but for a low price. Judging by the size of the stables, you can buy or rent a means of transportation here. In the morning, there don't seem to be too many people; the merchants will start arriving around noon.