The Lower City of Baldur's Gate had never been so crowded. Streets, parks, markets, and residential neighborhoods were packed with refugees who had fled from every corner of the Sword Coast. They huddled together, stretching from one end of the street to the other, and held out their hands to every ordinary passerby, begging for a little kindness.
After Aaron and Be'lakor reached a ceasefire agreement, Be'lakor immediately announced that they could pass. They traveled from Rivington across the bridge at Wyrm's Crossing, passing through the Twin Songs District, the Sow's Foot District (yes, that really was its name), the Whitbo District, the Notchpool District, and the Stone Eyes District before finally reaching the gates of Baldur's Gate's Lower City.
Notably, the Notchpool District contained the Outer City's only upscale enclave: the wealthy neighborhood known as Little Calimshan. Most of its residents were Calimshan nobles and elemental wizards exiled during the Calimshan Empire's various struggles and upheavals, who had established a settlement in Baldur's Gate. They built numerous estates and erected high walls, eventually creating the Outer City's only walled affluent district.
"If not for everything that happened, this would have been where I ended up." Annomyn gazed at Little Calimshan's high walls and the air elementals stationed above them. The Pasha's son sighed. "I might have run a jewelry business here."
"And where would your starting capital have come from?" Barrel adjusted his glasses.
"Lord Aaron once gave me some jewels and currency used in trade across the multiverse." Annomyn looked at the distant walls.
"Heh, you would have lost all of it before you made it through Wyrm's Crossing. With the strength you had back then, carrying that much money in Baldur's Gate would have been the same as boosting the thieves' income." Barrel shook his head. "To