The main body of the slums – or the low district, to be more polite – lies more inland, but with the wave in mind, the group head away from Gillin's home in Crab Garth by the westerly street, back towards the shore. It crosses the main thoroughfare that in more respectable parts of the city is named Merchant's Avenue and continues on a little downhill. But direct access to the sea is blocked when the street turns north, with an unbroken line of ramshackle two storey wooden houses squeezed one against another on each side. Though these would be the dwellings closest to the shoreline, it seems that their occupants have not been greatly disturbed by any night time events, since there is no light showing between any closed shutters.
That's not to say the street is empty, though.
As the party turn the corner northwards, they can see a dark figure hurrying along in the middle, outlined against the yellow flare of an oil lamp that hangs at its far end. It's difficult to make out much against the light, but by the shape, this fellow night wanderer is a little shorter than Quozen, dressed in long skirts and unmistakably carrying a crossbow.