When Shay did discover the Sailor's Ghetto, she should have known better that the city would have placed its best foot forward with the Trade and Civic Quarters. Having squalor in those parts of the city would not have instilled the best of impressions upon visitors. Shay of course would not heed the warnings of the guards at the checkpoints and enter the Sailor's Ghetto with what might have appeared as a complete disregard of her own safety. Checkpoints and the wall of closed up buildings was perhaps the richest part of it all--they had basically sealed all the ugliness away. Shay wasn't sure if she hated that more than the practical city-spanning slum she had grown up in. At least with her birth city, the poverty was obvious and in some odd way there was some actual honesty there. In Seahurst, however, they put up the front of a seaside utopia while hiding away its undesirables. Oh yeah. Shay had a feeling of which got under her skin more.<br/><br/>Once she was inside the Sailor's Ghetto, the narrow alleyways and crooked streets housing illicit dealing and games, and the condemnable buildings likely hiding darker things still made Shay feel...oddly at home. Though it was a home that she likely wouldn't come back to too often unless she needed something. And what she needed was a good, reliable fence that was well connected and not likely to stab her in the back. Shay would first start at one of the many bars, employing her sweet talking and sweetening the pot further for the bartenders with a gold coin here and there to get some information.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Diplomacy: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60083)