Setting
It is a city of thieves, the downtrodden and the slum-kings alike, but it stood long outside the authority of the Architect. The dirt beneath his feet, below his notice, and not at all opposed to that. The people walked with a kind of stubborn swagger in their steps, from the serving-girls at the taverns to the enriched crime lords in shady back rooms. Ravein and humans mixed freely, without much regard for who was what. It all looked kind of the same under a layer of oxidized dust.