This crowded district is home to the bulk of the workforce of the city—servants, dockers, sailors,
stockyard and eelery workers, cabbies, and so on. It’s cheap, noisy, cramped, and sweltering
from cookfires and hissing steam-pipes, but there’s a familial camaraderie among its residents
that you won’t find anywhere else. The people of Charhollow are a true community, brought
together by circumstance, but bound by ties of mutual support and care in stark contrast to
the cutthroat ruthlessness that constitutes business as usual in the rest of the city