Run through the Jungle
The shanty-town that surrounds Port Nyranzaru has grown nearly as wild and unkempt as the jungle undergrowth that lies scare meters from it’s outer limits. It’s this writhing mass of refuse, shacks, and humanoids that is commonly referred to as the “Outer city” by those local to Port Nyranzaru. As liberal as the law may be in the Inner city, the outer city doesn’t even have those trappings of order. With the exception of the slave camps no organized mercenary presence is seen on the paths and byways of the Outer city, and the only real roads to be had are the three, broad, cobble stone, streets that lead from the walls of the Inner city to the edge of the jungle.