Blackwater

The cobblestones turn to slick mud under your boots as you follow the narrow path toward Blackwater, otherwise known as the River District in Andorre. Lanterns are few and far between here, most of them broken or stolen, leaving the space in near total darkness. There's a smell of fish, sewage, and other things. Jagged wooden piers line the dirty river, and you think you catch a glimpse or two of a body, too.

Anything can happen here. And by the Gods, you feel that etched deep in your bones.