Seahurst was by no means free of poverty - it just kept the poor out of sight and out of mind better than most. Two of its districts, the Trade Quarter and the Civic Quarter, were patrolled by the city watch day and night and kept free of undesirables. The Trade Quarter which Shay had already seen was the economic hub of the city, and where most foreign visitors, and traders and merchants kept to for the duration of their stay in Seahurst. The Civic Quarter was the headquarters of the city's bureaucratic and legal apparatuses, and also the cultural centre of the city, containing its theatres, libraries and houses of learning. The merchants and artisans in the Trade Quarter and the bureaucrats and academics in the Civic Quarter all had no wish to interact with the realities of those less fortunate than them, and they had the wealth and political might to make it so.<br/><br/>So it was that all the seedy types were corralled in the Sailor's Ghetto. While captains and passengers conducted their business in the Trade Quarter, sailors on shore leave would seek out the dark underbelly of Seahurst, where alcohol was the least of the intoxicants available, cards and dice were the most honest games, and whores selling quickies in the back alleys were the most virtuous entertainment. The buildings bordering this large district had long been abandoned by law-abiding citizens, and now shut down and boarded up, with the space between buildings filled in with makeshift barricades, a wall of sorts had been erected keeping the sin and vice inside Sailor's Ghetto from spilling into the rest of the city. Only a few streets were left open to connect it to the other districts, and all of these entrances were under under the watchful eyes of checkpoints set up by the city watch.<br/><br/>The guards of the city watch did warn Shay to be careful and vigilant, and that patrols of the law were non-existent inside the Sailor's Ghetto, so the only person she could rely on when in trouble was herself. They tried to warn her away, but ultimately they had no legal ability to stop her from entering this dangerous district if she insisted. The crooked streets and narrow alleys of the Sailor's Ghetto were flanked by ramshackle buildings of wood, rotting as often as not, and smelled strongly of fish and the sea. While the rest of Seahurst built up, buildings getting more floors as the city's density increased with each generation, the Ghetto was built downwards instead. There were public stairs and ladders in many places leading down into basements and cellars, smoky places lit by cheap candles and torches, cramped with low overhead and crowded with off-duty sailors seeking what fun they could before they were called back to their ships. Bars with a wider variety of alcohol than some legal establishments, gambling dens where a year's wages could be won or lost at the roll of a dice or the outcome of a dog fight, pleasure houses catering to every depraved fetish under the sun - all these and more could be found.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(Diplomacy check to spend a few hours gathering information about Seahurst's underworld.)