Vostral Port

"The city o' folks who pick the salty taste of freedom over the stuffed smog of Chyziss's breath. Biggest place this side o' Spauria, and the ports is growin' all the time. Plenty o' runaways end up here if they don't make it to Joe's first, and from there they either settle down with their windows facin' the sea, or join a crew to find their fortune. All Voyagers worth their salt have their beginnings in Vostral, and if them's that leave the docks return to em, it's fer buying n' selling what they found. Market there's as big as you'll find, with all sorts o' trades you'll never see nowhere else.

"The seas is for folks who don't appreciate hard rules breathin' down their back all day and night. S'pose that's why Vostral only has one rule, and that's that you get what you give while you're on them docks. Kill 'f you want, but don't expect to live through it. Rob n' cheat if you suppose you can tolerate gettin' robbed and cheated. That's the one rule all men must abide by; in all things, the Law of Equivalent Exchange."

"Should you ever find yourself in that port, snoop out the Righteous Duck. Most comfortable inn within watershot, 'n good folks there too. If you visit, tell ol' Willy that Johann sends his regards."