Davos was held together not by kings, armies, or fear.
It was held together by law.
For all its wealth, diversity, and chaos, the City of Marvels functioned because nearly everyone, from beggars and nobles to Magi and Paladins, understood that there were rules, and those rules were enforced.
Davos was not a frontier town where disputes were settled with steel and spell.
If one drew a sword in the middle of the street, then someone would summon the Watch. If one killed a man, then the city would hunt them down regardless of their wealth and status.
Even nobles and powerful adventurers were expected to answer before justiciars if they broke the law.
Adam sat at the base of a towering statue in the heart of Trade Borough.
The statue depicted an impossibly old woman known by the locals as the Crone. Her weathered face was lined with countless wrinkles, and her shoulders were slightly hunched. Yet there was an aura of dignity around her.
