The Free City of Blackport

Welcome my friends and breath your last sigh of relief, your ordeal has finally come to an end.

Now draw in deeply my friends and taste the salty air with your first breath on the road to freedom. Savour the purity of this primal element, for legend says that the air of our shores is amongst the cleanest in all the realms both known or lost. So pure in fact that the tainted soul of a slave cannot bear to inhale it, and thus all slaves who set foot on these shores shall be immediately set free.

Tonight, you will rest soundly in a warm bed, with a full stomach. You will have a sturdy roof over your head and meaningful employment. Safe with the promise that the broken chains of freedom are now a part of your destiny.

Writing on a plaque beneath a statue of Notrevlis, First Duke of Blackport

The Free City of Blackport