As one of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world, Davos did not care where one was born.
If they had coin, obeyed the law, and didn't cause trouble, they would always find a place there.
Half the city came from somewhere else, anyway.
The ship had docked at one of the southern piers of the harbor. The moment Adam caused a commotion and doomed the Stryker Pirates, he slipped into the bustling streets of Dock Borough, weaving past sailors, merchants, and laborers before crossing into the adjacent district.
The South Borough was Davos' gateway to the world by land.
Located near the city's southern gates, it was where caravans arrived and departed in an endless stream of wagons, merchants, travelers, and beasts of burden.
Unlike the rough waterfront of Dock Borough or the wealth and opulence of Blue Borough, South Borough was practical and busy. Its streets were lined with inns, warehouses, caravan yards, smithies, and merchants catering to travelers.
