On the southern shore of the continent, where the Fringe meets the Green, a river flows into the ocean. It's nothing like the massive River on the Green's other side; it's fairly small, as rivers go, broad enough to admit some barge traffic from the north but not deep enough for the serious oceangoing vessels to sail up it for any appreciable distance. They stop, instead, in the little barely-a-bay that separates the river's yawning mouth from the ocean proper, where the town of Peachport has built its docks.

Peachport is a startling little place if you're familiar with the regions that surround it. Over the course of its long history, many myconids from the Fringe and beastfolk from the Green have settled down there, along with human sailors from Vynait or further who stop in and decide to stay; the result is a medley of different customs and peoples, all thrown haphazardly together and having to find their own compromises in order to get along.

Out of all Peachport's modest attractions, the one you're most likely to see if you spend any time in town is the Golden Egg tavern and inn, which sprawls across the main street leading back from the docks into town. Directly across from it is a brothel, the Juicy Peach, and they have divided their custom thusly: if you want good food and a place to stay the night, go to the Egg. If you want strong drink and a companion to spend the night with, go to the Peach. Each one will happily recommend the other where it seems to suit your needs, and many out-of-towners visit both in turn.

Since the town was founded, or maybe before if you listen to the right stories, the proprietors of the Golden Egg have been the Coiner family, whose daughters all lay literal golden eggs once a month. They're fun little trinkets, about the size of quail eggs, and rarely if ever pure gold; but the town was built substantially on the wealth they bring, and only the richest class of tourists can afford to buy one to take home.