Clarion Lesser Docks

In stark contrast to the bustling Main Docks, the Clarion Lesser Docks are quieter, their wooden piers worn and weathered by the relentless sea. Small fishing boats and humble trade vessels are moored here, their sails patched and frayed. The air is filled with the pungent smell of fish and seaweed, a sharp reminder of the hard lives led by the residents of the Outer Ward. Undesirables, marked by their plain masks, move with purpose, their eyes wary of the Hollow Priests who patrol the area. Life here is harsh, but the sense of community is strong, forged in the shared struggle against the tides and the city's rigid hierarchy.