Nooji Plaza
Narrow streets twist between the two and three-story buildings that dominate Greyfalls' architectural style, cobbles left smeared with dung and common filth between hard rains. The folk here have a rougher look about them than elsewhere in town, the rough denizens of the docks bleeding into the petty merchants, thugs, and manufactory workers that make up the bulk of the population here. The city watch runs regular patrols through the narrow streets, but there's no doubt that it's the roughest of the city's districts.
The streets curl and wind by Nooji Plaza itself, a broad expanse of cobbles littered with little kiosks and blankets laden with the goods fit for the city's poor. Flyblown meat that was fresh three days ago shares space with mold-speckled bread and well-traveled fish, the bounty of the East picked over with a careful eye by the locals. Wine stalls do a brisk trade day and night, and even the regular sweep of watchmen is not entirely adequate to deal with the regular fights that break out. Around the periphery of the plaza, unemployed men and women lounge in sullen discontent, their eyes watchful on the purses of passersby.
Comments (0)
You don't have permission to comment on this page.