This city is very rich compared to most of Golarion. The streets are paved with smooth dark stone and clean of horse shit, lined with carriages made of glossy metal. They are lit with lights much brighter than continual flames, mounted on posts along the roads where anyone might steal them, and some of the house windows are lit almost as brightly. 

But despite all that wealth, this part of the the city seems to be in disrepair. Half the street-lights have gone dark; the street's stone is cracked; a metal carriage stands scratched and dented, its glass windows broken.

A shirtless man with Tian dragon tattoos is addressing a group of men on the street corner.

"...the children, just shoot. Doesn’t matter your aim, just shoot. You see one lying on the ground? Shoot the little bitch twice more to be sure."

This city is very rich compared to most of Golarion. The streets are paved with smooth dark stone and clean of horse shit, lined with carriages made of glossy metal. They are lit with lights much brighter than continual flames (mounted on posts along the roads where anyone might steal them), and some of the house windows are lit almost as brightly. 

But despite all that wealth, this part of the the city seems to be in disrepair. Half the street-lights have gone dark; the street's stone is cracked; a metal carriage stands scratched and dented, its glass windows broken.

A shirtless man with Tian dragon tattoos is addressing a group of men on the street corner.

"...the children, just shoot. Doesn’t matter your aim, just shoot. You see one lying on the ground? Shoot the little bitch twice more to be sure."