The town is busy, even now during the late afternoon. While it wasn't a thriving metropolis, it's obvious that the small smuggling town operated pretty much twenty four hours a day.

Waves of humanity press near as you move past the docks and into the town, raccous calls from streetside vendors and "Ladies of the Night" as you push along the crowded streets. Most of the shops here catered to one hunger or another, whether it be liquor, food, or flesh.

The crew is given a wide berth, predictably. While everyone wears at least one weapon openly, the large quantities of ordinance you're sporting make even a few of the more grizzled smugglers and townsfolk step a little farther away.